A frugal inventor in Abilene
has finally perfected a time machine
He goes way back in time
brings back beer for a dime
and watches the Super Bowl on his big screen
2/7/22
There's a grave out on the Plains that holds the last remains
Of a cowboy shot dead in Abilene
It was a young girl they say that caused his death that day
And left him in a hole that's never seen
He swore with his last breath that he'd haunt this town in death -
So his grave's forty miles from Abilene
5/29/2017
For contest 6 Lines Max
I Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Old Abilene
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2015
God
is a
Texas sheriff,
down
in
old Abilene -
He has
pale
white skin,
tall
in
stature,
brawny,
with
a
deep voice,
and
a coy sly
grin -
He's
the judge
and
jury -
for all
people
of
black skin.
God
is a
Texas Sheriff
down
in
old Abilene -
"Boy!
I have
a notion
to
take you
round yonder,
and
string you
up,
from that
poplar
tree -
But,
Since you
just
passing through
my town,
I'm gonna
set
you free.
Don't you
ever come
back
black boy,
don't even
pass
through,
cause
black boy,
If I see
you,
Kneel
and
say
your prayers,
For
I'm gonna
put
your neck
in
a noose
and
hang you
from
a popular
tree -
God,
is
truly
a
Texas Sheriff
down in
old
Abilene -