Jan and the Sheriff - Collaboration
The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
Jan was on his wanted list
And the gang she did enlist
In writing lim'ricks about poop
He found her at the old saloon
Telling poo jokes and singing bawdy tunes
He put her in jail
Held her without bail
Her gang demanded her release by noon!
Her gang was in back of the jail
feasting on beans mixed with kale
It didn't take long
Their farts were so strong
The sheriff let her out, without bail
Daniel Turner
The sheriff is actually a 'she'
and arrested Jan with great glee
but the sheriff can't write
and stays up every night
crying, "Why's Jan better than me?!"
Dale Gregory Cozart
From her stallion the lady alighted
She was radiant, red faced and excited
She rode in to surprise her old man
With some whiskey, cigars and a tan
When he saw her he sure was delighted!
Paul Callus
Poet Jan just breezed into town
Her huge farts made some people frown
So they all pinched their noses
Carrying scented roses
Her flatulence let their town down
So they locked her up in the jail
How the inmates faces turned pale
A rank putrid smell
Arose from her cell
But Arthur still stumped up her bail
He said you can come stay with me
We will munch fried beans and curry
I’ve got no sense of smell
So we’ll get along well
I’m just glad I could set you free!
Jan Allison
The sheriff, he used legal force
To jail Jan for poetry sauce
But her soup gang could tell
What made a worse smell
When they checked the rear end of his horse.
Now Soupville's a town that was pretty
Then Jan's gang arrived from the city
With pooping and wee
She's now deputy
So we all can write something quite gritty.
Ray Gridley
The old sheriff was shot in his bum
Jan was caught holding the smoking gun
I shot him that is true
while he was on the loo
he talked through his butt so now he's dumb.
Now we all know why the sheriff was shot
And he deserved exactly what he got
We had to set Jan free
by poetic decree
To prevent riots and poet's boycott
Lin Lane
After the sheriff was shot
Jan took over the top spot
So with lim'rickal riffs
Jan became sheriff
And she kept them in stitches a lot
Off into the sunset she walked...
and for years soup people still talked
of messy events
and ladies in tents
and men without britches she stalked
Tim Smith
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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