Manhandled
There was a gunslinger with a quick trigger.
Folks nicknamed him the town’s grave digger.
One day while setting his watch
He shot himself in the crotch.
Now he is noticeably missing his vigor.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2015
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