Soup Creek Ink Or Computer

Last July I was going west,                                             looking for my pot of gold.                                             I rode into a sleepy little town,                                         Soup Creek was it's funny name.                                   The dirt street was bare,                                               it was a very hot July day.   I stopped in the saloon to wet my dry throat,                   when outside gun fire broke out.                                     Sheriff Koplin said,                                                         a new hombre just rode into town.                                 He is nothing but trouble,                                               wish he would stay in his neck of the woods.     Mayor Tom said,                                                             I will settle this once and for all.                                     As hombre computer drew to take a shot,                         Mayor Tom whipped out his two guns.                             You are going down,                                                       as the guns filled with ink were unloaded. (bang~bang)     Mayor Tom said with a big smile on his face,                     ink will always win over you hombre computer.     Date Written: 12/21/2022 "Poem of the Day:12/23/2022" And 1 Place Who is your best PS poet or poetess Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet Note: The Soup Creek Story Lives On.