The Legend of Gusty Brown
The Legend of Gusty Brown
This is the legend of Gusty Brown
And all the beans that he could down
He and his steed ate beans by the pail
Together they issued an odorous gale
A Wild West crack-shot of world renown
A pungent aroma would follow him ’round
He won all his duels against gunslinger foes
Who couldn't quick draw while holding their nose
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And everybody wore a frown
When Gusty Brown came to town
But this fateful day, things went askew
He left the hotel without using the loo
His belly well swollen and legs crossed tight
He waddled outside for this latest gunfight
Now so afraid that his guts might burst
He couldn't hold on so he drew first
And then though he won, to the other man’s cost
The lawmen took Gusty to ‘Old Gallows Cross’
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And everybody wore a frown
When Gusty Brown came to town
Legs crossed on the scaffold, he wasn't complaining
Gusty Brown grinned because soon he’d stop straining
The lever was pulled, he succumbed to the noose
His legs uncrossed, kicking, his bowels became loose
Beans for breakfast, beans for lunch
Supper time? More beans to munch
And the undertaker wore a frown
When Gusty Brown at last went down
Epilogue:
’neath sun lit skies and autumn mists
A ghostly odour yet persists
Though Gusty leaves no ghost of course
Just no one thought to shoot his horse
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2018
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