Jenna Logan Poet Limerick

Soup Creek Vs Putin

We were all shocked when in Soup Creek arrived Putin
Said he came to boogie doing some Boot Scootin'
Mayor Tom said, "Fair Game!!
So, Jenna took dead aim
Her gun fired and the varmint was done, darn tootin'!

"There's no place for that devil on Boot Hill," folks cried.
Body dragged away, left in the sun till he fried
That night Soup Creek held a feast
Toasting the death of the beast
Asked how he'd died, Sheriff Koplin said, "Suicide."

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Brian Sambourne December 4, 2022 at 5:33 PM Yes, please - Putin blasted! May our wish fulfillment hopes one day become reality. Keep your pen a flowing, Jenna. Best wishes, Brian Jenna Logan December 5, 2022 at 4:57 AM Thanks ever so much, Brian.

Steven Young December 4, 2022 at 9:36 AM Pity the souls that fall on the wrong side of Soup Creek and Jenna's gun not. Chop that snake's head off and feed him to the dogs. That way he's not crawling around 'til sundown. Jenna Logan December 5, 2022 at 4:56 AM Ohhh. I like your ideas, Steven!

L Milton Hankins December 3, 2022 at 1:59 PM Indeed, it would be suicide if Putin showed up in Soup Creek. I simply can't imagine all that might befall him, but it wouldn't be pretty! Jenna Logan December 5, 2022 at 4:55 AM Tar and feathered first? Lol. Thanks.

Tom Cunningham December 3, 2022 at 9:13 AM Lol of course it was 'suicide' that's what I've written on this here death certificate. I wouldn't feed that scum to the dogs in case it poisoned em. Tom Jenna Logan December 3, 2022 at 9:32 AM lol Tom. You didn't have to since the sun fried his rotten hide. He wasn't even fit for the vultures to pick his bones.