Dirty Dan Mcguire
Author: Mark Spencer
The terror of the old west
Was Dirty Dan McGuire.
With a six gun he was the best,
Like lightning he could fire.
No one dared to cross his path,
The thought made people shudder.
'Cause Dirty Dan hadn't had a bath
Since the day he shot his mother.
One day there came a gunman
With a custom forty-four.
Folks said it was Dirty Dan
That he came gunning for.
It wasn't long before they met
Out on that street of mud,
A bounty hunter from the east
And an outlaw caked with crud.
Dan reached for his six gun
As the gunman fell down dead.
Not a single shot was fired
Is what a witness said.
The doctor found out soon enough
What really killed this man.
The feller made one fatal mistake,
He stood down wind of dirty Dan
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Martin Vann (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, February 18 2003, 06:18 pm|
Mark, what a surprise you are, you show such humor and light headedness. Love all your work, sincere and true, but this, this one showes another side of you! I read this poem and without thinking, I added the music from the song, "RINGO" by Lorne Green of Boanza fame. It was a perfect match. Its good to laugh Mark!
My thanks to you.
|LinzAy (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, February 19 2003, 09:26 am|
LOL! that's so funny!
|amanda (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, May 26 2006, 07:39 pm|
that was so funny keep righting
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