farley mcgregor sat the
dirty dozen on the buckboard seat
henhouse laid out the plan
saloon packed roulette
wheel spinning number 66
bet on black he set the egg on
the spot whiskey burn jesus christ!
mcgregor struck a match and made a flame cross
resurrected purse miracle risen he gambled the whole hog
ham cured waiting for him at the smokehouse delivered the
dirty dozen to preacher for the sunrise sermon
hide it in the grass preacher
whorehouse knows how to lay 'em
eggin' it on sin is hard-boiled
and the shell long cracked
Sage Sweetwater, you are a gas!! What a picture you have painted.
Always paint!!
No wonder your career took off like gangbusters. Talk about having broke the mold!!
This poem reminds me of a Shakespeare quote. Can't remember the details, but a character said he did not want "chicken sperm" [sic]
Maybe you recall the exact quote. Play, or whatever?
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Always paint!!
No wonder your career took off like gangbusters. Talk about having broke the mold!!
This poem reminds me of a Shakespeare quote. Can't remember the details, but a character said he did not want "chicken sperm" [sic]
Maybe you recall the exact quote. Play, or whatever?
Thank you for being you,
xOx Phyllis xOx
Ron