High Noon
The two men stood in the dusty street,
it was inevitable that they should meet,
suddenly one of them slumped to his knees,
justice had provided one of life' s certainties.
The Marshal strode towards his adversary,
kicked the gun on the ground away slowly,
I went to a party and met a Chinese lady
who phonetically was called High Noon.
She joked about Clark Gable but I told her
that actually it was Gary Cooper, who
recenty had been given a lifetime achievement
award for being such a great trooper.
We met again and so I asked her 'how?'
I said that it must be nearly two o ' clock by now.
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