goldenrod
07-03-2008, 01:08 PM
"a ruckus in the old west!"
Black Bart stood
at the saloon bar,
tossing raw whisky down.
A steady stream of rotgut,
his iron innards found!
With thoughts blacker
than his name,
in his eye a wicked gleam.
The black patch
o'er the other one,
made him look evil,
sly and mean!
You could tell by the way
he bellied the bar,
and the ram-rod
set to his back.
That Black Bart
was spoiling for a fight,
and not
for a friendly chat!
He'd been stood up
by Sad-Eyed Sue, *
from the dance hall
down the street.
She had said
she sported a frightful cold,
that ole' Doc Dempster
had to treat.
Bart just knew
she had been
with some other hand,
almost certain Sue had sinned!
So he'd been drinking
for a solid hour,
and was now,
three sheets to the wind!
By fate, in through
the swinging bar-room doors,
came spindly
Sammy Tudd.
A clerk from
Big Bertha's Emporium,
come in
for his evening suds.
Now Sammy
was the nervous type,
with a tic
and a stutter to boot!
Altogether a pitiful sight,
a sallow and sickly
galoot!
He took a painful,
awkward stance,
up by the saloon bar.
Laid down his dime,
snagged his schooner of beer,
which, he usually nursed,
until closing time.
As luck would have it,
after he dove in his hand,
to find that thin silver coin,
His elbow struck
against Black Bart's wrist,
with the faintest sounding
"TOING!"
Bart's whiskey glass
spun through the air,
its contents, slowly spewing forth.
Some splashed into Black Bart's
one good eye
and Bart screamed
then cursed with force!
With instinct blind,
and like a snake,
Bart drew his gun
and fired!
Cursing Sammy
as a bastard son
of whomever
Sam had sired!
The bullet shot
from Black Bart's gun,
made straight
for poor ole' Sam.
An' ifn'
he'd still been a-standing thare,
he would've died,
whilst being damned!
But, being the goofus
that Sam was,
and startled
by these goings-on.
Our Mr Tudd
had hit the floor,
so, the bullet,
it passed right on!
It buzzed along the saloon bar,
hitting a lamp with an awful "splatt"
It ricocheted right off of there,
and started a-coming back!
Before Black Bart,
as fast as he was,
could loose off another
in its track,
The first one caught him,
"smack"
between the eyes,
so that was the end of that!
When the noise
and the smoke
had cleared away,
and all saw that Bart had died,
They called for ole' Doc Dempster,
who,
Declared it...a suicide!!!
goldenrod.
Black Bart stood
at the saloon bar,
tossing raw whisky down.
A steady stream of rotgut,
his iron innards found!
With thoughts blacker
than his name,
in his eye a wicked gleam.
The black patch
o'er the other one,
made him look evil,
sly and mean!
You could tell by the way
he bellied the bar,
and the ram-rod
set to his back.
That Black Bart
was spoiling for a fight,
and not
for a friendly chat!
He'd been stood up
by Sad-Eyed Sue, *
from the dance hall
down the street.
She had said
she sported a frightful cold,
that ole' Doc Dempster
had to treat.
Bart just knew
she had been
with some other hand,
almost certain Sue had sinned!
So he'd been drinking
for a solid hour,
and was now,
three sheets to the wind!
By fate, in through
the swinging bar-room doors,
came spindly
Sammy Tudd.
A clerk from
Big Bertha's Emporium,
come in
for his evening suds.
Now Sammy
was the nervous type,
with a tic
and a stutter to boot!
Altogether a pitiful sight,
a sallow and sickly
galoot!
He took a painful,
awkward stance,
up by the saloon bar.
Laid down his dime,
snagged his schooner of beer,
which, he usually nursed,
until closing time.
As luck would have it,
after he dove in his hand,
to find that thin silver coin,
His elbow struck
against Black Bart's wrist,
with the faintest sounding
"TOING!"
Bart's whiskey glass
spun through the air,
its contents, slowly spewing forth.
Some splashed into Black Bart's
one good eye
and Bart screamed
then cursed with force!
With instinct blind,
and like a snake,
Bart drew his gun
and fired!
Cursing Sammy
as a bastard son
of whomever
Sam had sired!
The bullet shot
from Black Bart's gun,
made straight
for poor ole' Sam.
An' ifn'
he'd still been a-standing thare,
he would've died,
whilst being damned!
But, being the goofus
that Sam was,
and startled
by these goings-on.
Our Mr Tudd
had hit the floor,
so, the bullet,
it passed right on!
It buzzed along the saloon bar,
hitting a lamp with an awful "splatt"
It ricocheted right off of there,
and started a-coming back!
Before Black Bart,
as fast as he was,
could loose off another
in its track,
The first one caught him,
"smack"
between the eyes,
so that was the end of that!
When the noise
and the smoke
had cleared away,
and all saw that Bart had died,
They called for ole' Doc Dempster,
who,
Declared it...a suicide!!!
goldenrod.