Gun

Gun Poem Lionel Derbyshire Gun .. look now What you have done Young man dead ! Ripped our fun apart Vent your muscle .. Smokin To let tears run There be no sun .. For Felix Lying down Do you think Such is fun ? Tears now all around He could not run. To the gal’s He was delicious Felix With a mighty heart To the lady’s He did not fool around Hello he last said And now he is lying Down instead On the ground. Fool with gun in hand Still smoking .. And a cry for Delicious Felix with scarlet scar In sexy denim Spiced and cologned Shot down by scum No longer around Gun why do you Bury under ground ?