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Susan Ashton Poem
The Phantom called a meeting for he wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering unloading their supplies.
Bat man and his robin boy came bursting threw the night
The shadow showed up early to find the perfect light.
The ranger with his six gun didn't come alone
Tanto rode up with him mounted on his roan.
Cisco came in swaying to his mariachi band
Pancho had his plate of beans and burrito in his hand.
When Zero used the bathroom it's there he left his mark
while the sergeant rode in circles all about the park.
When spider man showed up his shirt was all a mess
a pigeon on a window sill do-doed on his vest.
I tell you it was crazy when they argued over dues
all they did was sit and eat and drink the Phantoms booze.
When the meeting was adjourned the Phantom left the room
The heros followed close behind and left the place in ruins.
They should never organize, that should come as no surprise
one has but to realize, that's why they're all disguised.
"THE PHANTOM"
Copyright © Susan Ashton | Year Posted 2005
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Susan Ashton Poem
The phantom called a meeting for He wished to unionize
the trucks had been delivering unloading the supplies.
Batman and His robin boy came bursting through the night
the shadow showed up early to find the perfect light.
The ranger with His six gun didn't come alone
Tanto rode upi with him mounted on his roan.
Cisco came in swaying to a mariachi band
poncho had his plate of beens and burito in his hand.
When Zero used the bathroom it's there he left his mark
and the sargent rode in circles all about the park.
When Spiderman showed up his shirt was all a mess
a pigepn on a window sill had do-doed on his vest.
I tell you it was crazy when they argued over dues
all they did was sit and eat and drink the phantoms booze.
When the meeting was ajourned the phantom left the room
the heros followed close behind and the place was left in ruins.
They should never try to organize that should come as no suprise
one has only but to realize
perhaps thats why the're all disguised
Copyright © Susan Ashton | Year Posted 2006
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Susan Ashton Poem
OUTLAW JUSTICE
Frank and Jesse James strapped there pistols on their sides
The Youngers got together and saddled up to ride.
Butch and all his gang made ready at the wall
Sundance made his final bet in the gambling hall.
Billy at the time was only seventeen
but he was faster with a gun than most had ever seen.
The Clantons were all fuming cause Wyatt made them out a clown
they were hell bent on revenge the Erpps were going down.
Doc was sitting on a couch coughing up his lungs
sitting with a rag in hand cleaning up his gun.
A stranger on a pale horse had met them one and all
he told them they would all meet up, when he came back to call.
The time had come for paybacks they have had enough
the law and order marshals simply were unjust.
The outlaws all decided they should talk it over first
but when they got together it was a meeting of the worst.
Sun dance stared at Billy who spit in Jesses face
gun shots started echoing all about the place.
When the rider on his pale horse, rode up in the dusk
everyone was dead and gone and turning into dust.
so much for outlaw justice, or perhaps it was indeed
a justice much befitting, for a dying breed.
"the phantom"
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Susan Ashton Poem
The chicken called the rooster, who's name was Barnyard Red
she said there's something stiring, over in the shed.
Then Red replied to chicken, i could wind up dead
that just might be a fox in there, who just might have my head.
The chicken said to Barnyard, are you saying I should go
the babies are all hungry, they need me don't you know.
Barnyard fluffed his feathers and crowed so awfuly low
on the inside he was shaking, on the outside nothing showed
When Red stepped threw the doorway, he soon was out of sight
the noise inside was horrible, it gave the chicken fright.
She ran into the hen house, away from all the light
she told the other chickens, Red might die tonight.
In the morning when they checked, in the shed there was a mess
there was feet and feathers and a beak and Red was gone they guessed.
That's to bad the chicken said, but perhaps it's for the best
old Red he had been slipping, at adding to the nest.
Poor Red he should have noticed, the meeting by the rock
where the chicken and the fox had met and the keys made for the lock.
The moral of the story is, if you're the rooster of the walk
be sure to never get to old, cause the chickens they do squawk.
Copyright © Susan Ashton | Year Posted 2005
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Susan Ashton Poem
Of course I've known the lady all my life
but she not my sister or my wife.
She raised my brothers and myself
we weren't rich but we had wealth.
I'm talking of the love we shared
she gave us love because she cared.
Twenty years without new shoes
she worked so hard and payed her dues.
He came on payday and stole the glory
sure we loved him but we knew the story.
She is all that we have now
I want to tell her but I don't know how.
We fuss and fight and disagree
she demands her right and I am free.
I turn around and walk away
but I think about her every day.
i hate the way that things occur
she is my mother and i love her.
Copyright © Susan Ashton | Year Posted 2005
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