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BILLY the Kid's Great Escape.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot.
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got.
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two,
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you.
I've got 16 silver dimes in each barrel of my shotgun.
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run.
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door?
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet loving whore.
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet."
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet.
" Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut.
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?"
"Don't do it Bob," Bell said angrily, "or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure
for killing a man in cold blood who was chained helplessly to the floor.
It's time for the other prisoners to be escorted across the street to be fed.
The Kid's not going anywhere. He's chained to the floor by his bed.
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn.
Go and have yourself a beer and I'll stay here and guard the Kid until you return.
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack.
Before he left he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back."
No one can say for sure if the above dialog ever truly took place.
One thing's for sure. Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace.
They were arch enemies who fought against each other during the Lincoln County War.
Ollinger was in the posse that killed John Tunstall, Billy's employer, friend and mentor.
"I have to use the outhouse Bell," Billy said to the deputy.
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key.
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor.
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door.
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If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, would you care?
Would the peck be put in a glass jar? What if he dropped a hair in there?
And, if Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet digging
and found the jar that Piper had hidden in the muck,
along side the skull of Cro-Magnon man?
“Ahhh, NO we’ve found the hip girdle and he’s a she!”
Well, ole Pipper’s pecker would have gone to the pie in the sky
and Miss Muffet’s tuffet would have gone to compost;
So, how would the archeologist know for sure? "
Why the HIP, you hafta have hips, miles and miles and mile of hips…
Baby you can be a hero of course just put that ‘orse behind the cart!”
Heart, well it’s left the building too. “Geeezzz it was just a pump
whatcha want from a pump?” Thump, thump, from the bump, bump,
then ya hump, hump, and my goodness, we’re back to Peter Piper and his pecker?
“NO, no, his peck of pickles and Muffet’s missin’ tuffet?
Well, I say the stars, yes the stars, show the way,
the celestial meaning of the id, the I, the you, the ego too,
and love “Ahhhhhh love the excuse for it all!”
The pickles, the muffins, the tuffet, the bumping the humpin’
The free for all of we!
Sam Houston was governor of Tennessee,
When he went off to live with the Cherokee,
Kicked out of his bed by his wife so he went away…
Sat under a tree and he got drunk ‘most every day.
Tiana was Scottish, she was Indian, too.
When she saw that big man, she knew just what to do—
She kissed him, and she caressed him, and she tended his broken heart.
Sam Houston, he told her, “Tiana, we’ll never part.”
“Tiana, I will always love you, Tiana, I will always care.”
Sam Houston loved Tiana, and you know she loved him…
Ah, but that was a long, long time ago…
Texas came calling, it pounded like a drum.
Sam Houston he answered, they knew he’d come.
“Remember the Alamo” became his battle-cry…
Sam Houston and Texas, and the Lone Star was flying high.
The Cherokee were shoved right off their land—
Four thousand of them died, I understand.
And General Sam Houston, he shared their pain;
(And the grave of Tiana was washed away with the rain…)
“Tiana, I will always love you. Tiana, I will always care.”
Sam Houston loved Tiana, and you know that she loved him…
Ah, but that was a long, long time ago…
In solitary, True Thomas lies under Eldon tree
Then came Queen of Elf for a plea.
Her velvet and silk seduces the eyes at a glance.
Astonished Thomas thought he was in trance
"My Thomas, I came to thee not by accident
Thou shall travel with me to beautiful land of the ancient
And seven years shall thou spend in my luxurious land
Caressing my body with thy amorous hands"
They rode to immortality, leaving the world behind
With her horse that fly faster than the wind
My Thomas, she said, "I love and trust in thee,
Everything thou shall see shall remain in tongue of thee
Or thou shall thy home see not again
And forever serve my lustful gain"
Seven years of love and bliss past
Those years to Thomas seemed so fast
In the Elf paradise was a graceful garden
Where grown an apple of tongue of virgin
"My Thomas, take this apple for thy wages,
To thee it will bestow the tongue of ages
Thy poetic prophecies shall all come to be
And thou shall forever be in glee"
For the contest:’ Indulge me Scottish style' sponsored by Thvia Shetley
".....To the living we owe our respect, to the dead we owe nothing but the truth.
Voltaire. .......
Her love betrayed, that's how Ruth died.
All through her life, she'd been denied.
Raped by father, Ruth felt the shame
And from then on accepted blame
For all the men for whom she cried.
Ruth gave her love to one who lied.
In anguish that she tried to hide,
To her abuser, Ruth then came
Her Love betrayed.
A thousand people for her cried
And kept a vigil when she died.
Her lover killed; a bloody game
Was ended in her trial of shame.
Ruth Ellis hanged for homicide.
Her Love betrayed.
Ruth Ellis, 28, was the last woman to be executed in England.
She was hanged after killing her abusive lover in 1955.