Mike Hauser Poet Light Verse

Spaghetti Western

I woke up in a Spaghetti Western
Not sure how this happened to me
Standing on the dusty streets of Laredo
With six desperado's down the street

I gazed off to my left
As a tumbleweed went tumbling by
There was a dog howling in the distance
With an odd sheen to the Western sky

Can't say I wasn't trigger happy
With my hand inching towards my gun
Still wondering how it is I appeared here
In this B-movie Western 

Women and children were running for cover
They knew what was soon to go down
Truth is you can expect nothing less
When you live in a Spaghetti Western town

Pecos Bill was the first to draw
As I shot him between the eyes
Want you to know I took no pleasure in
Watching the other five die

As I rode off into the sunset
The credits behind me rolled
How I woke up inside of this movie
Is a mystery I will never know

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Line Gauthier November 5, 2018 at 9:17 PM Love it, Mike. A delightful read.

Jon Gutmacher November 5, 2018 at 7:25 PM Loved it. That was absolutely visual throughout. Like watching the movie. Great job.

Sunlite Wanter November 5, 2018 at 6:32 PM That was really fun, Mike. I'd re-classify it a ballad! Mike Hauser November 6, 2018 at 9:11 AM Thank you, my friend!

Andrea Dietrich November 5, 2018 at 6:29 PM very very cool and the way you ended it as waking UP from a dream!! Love it. i remember those westerns from long long ago Mike Hauser November 6, 2018 at 9:11 AM Thanks for the read and kind words!