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[title] => The Famous Gunfight Between Desperado Dan and Pecos Bill
[time] => 2004-07-08 08:01:43
[hometext] => A Cowboy saga about times in the old west...
[bodytext] => He was mean; he was evil, Was our Desperado Dan In fact, he was not... a very nice man He made his first kill, At the age of eleven, And the preacher new then, This fella wasn't destined for heaven Dan was rough and Dan was tough, He never gave quarter when a man hollared, "'nuff!" He'd kick him in the teeth he'd kick'um ina bladder, He'd spike out his eyes and beat him helpless, To Dan, it simply didn't matter, So Dan was feared and he was hated, let's face it, Dan was weird To Dan, a soft word and a gentle caress was highly over-rated If you wus smart you crossed the street when Dan was out, if ya didn't wanta get beat, and have a fist shoved down yer throat Then along came Pecos Bill he was tall and lean from months on the trial, He had steel in his eyes and an iron will, People soon learned not to **** with Pecos Bill The townspeople regarded these two titans from afar; that they'd clash was inevitable, and there'd soon be a brand new vegetable planted up in Boot Hill garden So it came as no surprise that when Bill hit town the lead would soon fly, And likely as not some damned fool 'ud get shot Opinions varied as to who was faster, and which ass-hole would kill which bastard It was round about six when Dan'd commenced ta drinkin', he figured just for kicks to hit the Lucky Star at the other end of town and sample their bar Only this was where Pecos liked to hang his hat, So when Dan sauntered in the piano tickler froze and the music went flat Both men turned and eyed each other, Not a word was spoke as they each took measure, Then before ya knew it each slapped leather, and the fur began to fly The boys were evenly matched, 'cus spectators swear to this day they only heard one shot, yet both men lay; each with a new hole in the very same spot - right between their eyes Well, for months after the argument waxed, and a legal battle ensued, It was ruled that all bets were off, And everyone who'd wagered figured he'd been screwed These are the facts about that famous gun duel, Hope you've learned that if ya bet on something like that yer a god-damned fool Stoney, 16 Dec. 2002 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Stoney1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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