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."
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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