Best Annie Oakley Poems

a little girl with braids a-flyin
a stick pony without a head
righting the wrongs of childhood
when others don't play along

I rope my brother, tie him down
make him the bad guy, make him frown
he's not that happy, playin my game
Annie Oakley, runs away
before he can tell mom

I...

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Annie Oakley was quite a good marksman,
And it's actually how she met her husband.
She'd astound heads of state,
And even her mate,
She couldn't be beat as a marksman....

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I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.

She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.

She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too...

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When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
Sky King
Roy Rogers
And Flicka’s boy
And Sky
And Roy
Hauled bad guys
Off to justice
Never seen again
Never
Never
Never seen again

Back in a barn
Me and
Annie Oakley
Held our ground
Shooting them down
Waiting for a hero
To cart them all away
But no heroes
But no others
No other...

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