A Cowpoke and His Beer

I was in the saloon to beat the heat To have a few beers and rest my feet I removed my hat a took a seat Just then someone called me to the street I look out the swinging doors and see Black Bart The fastest gunslinger in these parts I don't know how this trouble got its start His eyes are as black as his evil heart He calls me out with his hand on his gun I cannot talk him down, I cannot run My back is to the setting sun The end of this showdown has just begun I draw first and shot off his ear He is surprised but shows no fear Just those black eyes and that evil sneer He shoots and his bullet whizzed by very near My second shot got him right between the eyes He didn't have time to realize That the undertaker had already calculated his size Even before I closed his eyes There is a lesson to be learned here It was a long hot trail to get here No matter how black your heart or evil your sneer Never interrupt a cowpoke and his beer 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney 2/13/19