He wanted to be a gunslinger, he had gotten pretty good. He had busted lots of bottles and shot up lots of wood. It was time to go to Tombstone and show what he could do, He would hang out with the Earps and shoot a dude or two. He found Wyatt, at the Oriental, […]
Entries from November 1998 ↓
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Wise Counsel
November 1st, 1998 — Southern Humor
Whisper
November 1st, 1998 — Poems for Grownups
Herbert really was confused. Why did Grandpa get so mad? Just why was he in trouble? What he did, was it so bad? It sure had sounded stupid, For that much he knew was true; But he had done exactly What Grandpa had told him to. What most every other kid Usually called number one, […]
The Hole
November 1st, 1998 — General Humor
No one knew what caused it Or how the hole got there. The sheriff found it first And showed it to the mayor. Schoolboys were the next To come and gather ’round. With nothing else to do In this stiff-necked little town. Jimmy and his puppy Then came to see the sight. The sheriff checked […]
The Window
November 1st, 1998 — On a Serious Note
Jack’s bed was by the window The whole time that they’d been there. It really hadn’t mattered; Neither took the time to care. Both of them were paralyzed From the time they’d been in Nam. They both had learned the hard way, Of the deadly pop-up bomb. Jack didn’t like the TV And visitors there […]
