Kid Scurry
Tis a tale of Kid Scurry.
That hailed from Missouri.
Claimed He's the fastest around.
They hired a known shootist.
Who came out of St Louis.
Then their six guns blazed.
Though it was an even play.
Kid Scurry lies draped in a shroud.
Well, He wasn't the fastest.
Yet, needed more practice.
They buried him with his boots on.
As the crimson sun went down.
Arizona Territory, 1881.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2023
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