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