A Town Called Rotgut
Once a dry dusty town called Rotgut,
Saw tornadoes and torrential rain,
As she walked down the lane hurriedly but,
Water smashed her out of the brain,
She then entered a famous city saloon,
Absolutely wet and her clothes dripping,
All elegant sitting, born with a silver spoon,
Many eyes gazed, the looks were stripping,
Shrinking herself as she sat on one table,
And ordered one quarter of best wine,
Toughest man was telling an old fable,
Tale of passionate he and she swine,
Curly blonde hair covering her teary eyes,
Recalls the night, how quickly the time flies!
Written on 26/7/14
Contest- A town called Rotgut
Sponsor- Jerry T Curtis
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