Bonnie and Bud
Young Bonnie and Bud,
were Lover's on the Run,
There was no safe haven,
Once they'd Begun.
Well, Bonnie and Bud,
Robbed Bank's with Hot guns.
For twenty-One Months,
They fled on the Run.
He did it for money,
She wanted Fame.
There was no Escape,
For the Barrows Gang.
They took Thirteen Life's
And that was the Sum.
They knew the outcome
Pursued by lawmen with Guns.
The Twenty Third of May,
Was their Date with Fate.
Six Lawmen with Guns,
Flung One Hundred plus Slugs,
And the was the last,
For Bonnie and Clyde.
She was Twenty-three,
And He was Twenty-five.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2022
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