Hey there fella, buy a fella a...(Uhh)...a drink?
I got me somethin' to say...Oh...thank you Pardner...you saved my life!
(AAH!)...(burp!)
You might not believe it...but I used to be...(Yawn!)...FAMOUS!
I helped clean up Tombstone with Wyatt (BURP!)...Scuse me!...EARP!
Once I swapped lead with Wild Bill (HICCUP!)... Bill (HICCUP!)...Wild Bill (HICCUP!)...HICKOCK!!!
I sang for the James Gang like a jailbird sings for...(Uhh!)...Smoke!
Hell, I even...dallied Cala...mity...(YAWN!)...jane...
I road her like Sea (zzzzz!)...like sea (zzzzz!)...bis...quit!
That's right...fella...I done...it all...and I...could tell...you...a...thing...or...(ZZZZZ!)
Petal-pushers and hula hoops
‘Greasy Kid Stuff’ – smear on the goop
Baseball card gum that tastes like rubber
That amazing stuff called ‘flubber’
Dino the Dinosaur and the Texaco Man
Mumblety-peg and Kick the Can
Sky King and Wyatt Earp
Slowpokes you loved to slurp
All that’s gone now, replaced by video games
~ They all seem the same
A Cowboy And His Thoughts On Dodge City
In the razor whip and faster gun
the flaming sun, the fertile fields
the rose-felt day
I walked alone
along the barren street
beneath bramble shields
A heart that swore to the purest truth
the eager thrills of wayward youth
With stripped heart allayed
steps taken and no holds barred
through soggy marsh
and burnt out corn
the west stands its ground
from eastern ridge and western sky
my horse knows well the way
six-guns speak,
roulette wheel creaks
the cowboys force their way
O' please, be thee still
as men attempt to force their will
and looks like no rain today
we wait for dusk and night
death be the greater fright
the dead buried at Boot Hill.
Robert J. Lindley, Aug, 10th 1972
Note- One of the greatest themes in movies is the Western and the cowboy.
Rawhide, Wyatt Earp, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, and others all preached the moral theme of fair play and law and order. Think what theme movies teach today! Certainly not that, imho. RJL
Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass and he’s out of control.
He calls himself sheriff
but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fu*ktard and a fugly troll!
Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but thinks he’s Wyatt Earp, O’ brother!
Tom and all the townsfolk
up his fat ass blow smoke…
gun in one hand and dick in the other!
Written: September 2022
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Ensued and Reviewed Feud
ensued and reviewed
what became family feud
which we would elude
they had been a kook
after putting up each duke
had started to puke
even though trump hate
told staff they will have to wait
usually does skate
should see my skin shine
God said it is mine all mine
must make trump resign
when trump will panic
he had become quite frantic
wish was on titanic
Pence Is a Coincidence
is in confidence
was found on wrong side of fence
Vice President Pence
Twirp Causing Us to Urp
have been known to burp
trump said he was wyatt earp
caused us all to urp
hear his voice on mike
band up we began to strike
trump must take a hike
An old black and white movie
took me back to my childhood
when cowboys rode the range
Major Adams and Flint McCullough leading the Wagon Train,
and Hopalong's ten-gallon white hat
rode the brim of John Wayne's stagecoach in back;
with Roy and Dale saving every day
as Tonto and the Lone Ranger hi-ho silvered away;
Gil Favor and Rowdy Yates blazed the Rawhide trails
as Ben, Adam, Hoss, and Joe laid the Ponderosa tails;
The Mavericks never bet against The Rifleman and Gunsmoke truths
while Wyatt Earp, Matt Dillon, and Bat Masterson made the law fool-proof,
the Rebel and The Restless Gun kept horses ever on the run
and Cheyenne, Davy Crocket, and Daniel Boone
fought both Indians and Trappers without showdowns at noon
those western stars of early radio and television shows after school.
These were the stories of so many heroes, villains and more jewels
the cowboys and cowgirls, and their horses too
revived the west for the fifties youth,
a blast from the past
of the fading western stars.
Excerp of My Earp Poem
From my poor poem had read an excerp;
Sounded so bad but still up they did slurp;
Syrup seemed slick,
So we had own pick;
With feet in stirrup would have a big burp;
Reason why along way up we would earp.
This all had happened while
he was being a little twirp,
And poor little singer never
learning how to chirp and
he had a lot of nirp.
Jim Horn
Young Yank Living In Younkers
Was an young Yank caught living in Younkers;
Ended up having willy's playing with wonkers;
And I do believe,
Insanity receive;
After he saw flying by some sexy big honkers,
Lost broom he brushed with and went bonkers
Heat waves dancing atop the freshly laid pavement
Sun burning up skin and crimping our eyes
Flies trying to get in, but I can't save them
Poor little guys can't event realize
Let me welcome everybody to the wild southwest
A state where Wyatt Earp made history
Cities named after the end stone of our mess
Birdcage Theatre forever filled with mystery
Grand Canyons, red rocks, and cacti for days
Amerindian patches etched on the walls
Remembering the place my ancestors stayed
Walk out to go in and hear bald eagles call
Welcome one and all to the place with rays of gold
With one star on our flag, your knowledge is sold
The legendary land which until seen can only be told
Like our people, the state which can never be cold
It’s way back in the eighties, of the eighteenth century,
the bad man Johnny Ringo, did stalk Arizona free,
from Lukeville to Sonoro, he dealt his darkest hand,
and sought to take the silver, from outlawed Mexican band
With Curly Bill and Scott Corley, he ambushed smuggler’s
band, their heavy bags of silver, sure lookin kinda grand,
gunshots smoked the many, some were kept for sport,
tortured in the hot sun, without a kindred thought
Now Ringo took to spendin, his gotten gains with glee,
and tabled games of poker, he played while he was free
but Wyatt Earp got wind of him, or so the story goes,
and shot him thru the head one day, sleepin peacefully
Now many’s took the claim, for shootin Johnny thru,
but others say he took his life cos drinkin made him blue,
and if you want to see the place, they laid his body down,
he’s in West Turkey Valley, on the other side of town
Take my heart to Tombstone,
Away from hill and tree,
Sell my horse to injuns
But give the saddle free
Outside haunts a spectre,
He has his eye on me, so
Take my heart to Tombstone,
And hang it from a tree
Blood and friendship’s now
Long gone, only rivers run
True free, so take my heart
To Tombstone, OK Coral
For me
Put my gun behind the bar
The bullets and the belt,
If a bad man passes by
Hot lead he should be dealt
And if one evening’s scented
Breeze a whippoorwill calls new,
remember me, proud Wyatt Earp,
with six-gun justice true
Wyatt Berry Stapp Earp
knew how to snag a gun totin' perp,
loved the ladies, but never liquor.
He was a habitual ice cream licker!
For Kim's Cleri-who? Contest, 5/31/15
He starred in 'Move Over Darling', 'Grand Prix' and other flicks.
He was James Garner and sadly, he died at the age of eighty-six.
He starred as Wyatt Earp in 'Hour Of The Gun'.
Six years later he starred in 'One Little Indian'.
He starred in a cameo in 'Alias Jesse James'.
Many years later he starred in 'Skin Game'.
In 1960, he starred with Natalie Wood in 'Cash McCall'.
Three years later he starred as Doctor Boyer in 'The Thrill Of It All'.
He worked with Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Dennis Weaver and that was
cool.
This talented man also starred in television shows, one of which was '8 Simple
Rules'.
He had charm that his fans couldn't resist.
Now Garner is dead and he will be missed.
[Dedicated to James Garner (1928-2014) ho died on July 19, 2014.]
The Darkness at Noon
Tombstone never looked so good
With doomsday coming down
On the dusty Arizona town
The OK Corral near by
The Clanton-McLaury gang on hand
With no one else about
The Earp boys in the wings
Thinking things out
Doc Holliday also in tow for the show
The darkness at noon began
Guns rang out
30 seconds flew by and 30 shots fired
2 cowpokes fell to the ground expired
Justice prevailed that afternoon
Though darkness shadowed the mood
A legend began that cold dark day
When noon turned into night
In old Tombstone
(Darkness at noon contest en
I have sworn off women
but I can't control my dreams
Beyoncé and Rihanna are trying to corrupt me
At least that's the way it seems .
The skimpy outfits they were wearing
Took away my breath
and on a winters night like this
I thought they might freeze to death.
They told me they would soon warm up
and what they were going to do
I know women have no stamina
but at least I'm getting two.
Now I'm a confident sort of guy
With a very open mind
but even I was shocked by their knowledge
Of a very carnal kind .
Then they started calling me Wyatt Earp
I thought my peacemaker must be so long, hard and slick
Beyoncé said , Don't kid yourself honey
Its because you shoot so quick .
Women .
Even in dreams they have to have the last word.
Monmouth, Illinois
Wyatt Earp was born right there
Can that be OK?
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