High Noon Gun Down
A town marshal at high noon, a sinner,
Sat alone for a spaghetti dinner.
Gang of outlaws' rode to town,
Marshal, they want to gun down.
Bullets don't bicker, wind up a winner.
5/1/2022
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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