The Duel
They meet on a field at thirty paces,
They point their guns and shoot.
Ketchup runs down one of their faces,
The other cleans his boot.
"I guess that proves I'm right," says he,
"I've got the better eye.
But you've got guts, I grant it ye,
Although your aim was high."
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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