Pistols Poems - Poems about Pistols

Triggers are red, barrels are blue. Smith and Wesson I love you! Targets are set, guns are sighted. In my hand, I get excited! Bore snakes out Hoppe’s too be good to them they’ll be good to you! NB: I have a great photo of my grandson's team with their SCTP Nationals Trap Shooting trophies, but PS will not allow me to upload it. Your loss. LOL....

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Second mag time and more damage below A gas bottle blows in an orange blast of debris While this occurs beepers still beep and lights flash It’s a huge yard and there are many targets still Slowly but surely he eliminates them like a surgeon His next gun is a BAR Browning Automatic Rifle This he shoots on single shot bipod...

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Alpha Pistols It’s a nice warm summer’s evening in 2004 The cool man was on top of the Manchester tower block He fires down with various guns at his lower targets There is a builders yard two hundred metres away The fork lift trucks zip about and disturb his sleep When they reverse their beeper goes Beep Beep! This riles the man...

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Guns, Guns, Who Loves Guns Oops, We Shot Our Own Loved Ones Guns, Guns, Tons Of Guns Shoot You In Your Flabby Buns....

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In the year of 1967 I was a freshman In high school in a small Midwest Iowa town. Before teachers cared about bullying and goofy stuff like kids’ feelings We were not allowed to have them anyway back then The gym teacher was snippy and mean. Pinched nose, hair teased and sprayed With enough hairspray to choke us all to death She...

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The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed An eon of murderous rage until The long awaited reward from his “god” Like schools, this Orlando bar predictably Missing the one thing mass shootings lack It’s no longer much of a gallery When the intended sitting ducks shoot back Ideology of disarmament To some people, a feather in...

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The sounds of wolves howling... echoed loudly, deep in the solitary woods of no mans land, While the blazing campfire shared its hearth proudly, heating the pot of coffee Kid Colt had close at hand, Each day rehashed such thoughts of how it could be, for one labeled an outlaw man, Would it be jail....or staying free, or getting dealt the dead...

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