They say out WES a man kin get RICH
I reckon I'll make it if I don't LANDON a ditch
or get ROBbed on a train
IDA better HOPE, not complain.
I'll DON my hat, then go find me a treasure
then PAT my pockets with pure gold
luck WILL FLO in good measure.
I MAE even LEN some money to Uncle Larry
he's OWEN everyone in town, it's downright scary!
So BARRYed in debt is poor Uncle Larry
he SHIRLEY needs cash, he better not TERRY
and pay off his debts in a great big hurry.
Yes, out WES, I'll STAN tall with success
I know I kin end up with more, not LES.
I'll be the GLADYS man around, just you wait
still, I'll CARRIE my trusty old gun, JUSTIN case!
Written on 11/15/2016
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2016
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