Gunslinger

Written for an Wild West contest

Lonesome I am but many in the room
I've been sitting here since early noon.
A half smoked cigar and whiskey in my glass.
This is no place for someone with class.

A dirty old western saloon
Filled with criminals and goons.
A piano is playing some happy tunes
And I've been drunk since afternoon.

Two six shooters around my waist
Used them so many times without even hesitate.
They know me as Billy Shureshot Ray
And my Tombstone says, Had no time to stay.

I'm also known as The lonesome Dead
But my real name is Billy Fred.
What had been a slow and quiet day,
Turned in to a nasty one, that I will say.

Sitting there and enjoying my JD,
I heard the commotion, but I couldn't see.
It was atleast 3 guys and the voice of a girl
Little did they know, this was their last day in this world.

I turned around and saw these 3 ugly chaps.
The girl was fighting them off , and escaped from their laps.
One of them slapped her as she fell to the ground.
Her head hit the floor with a terrible sound..

Unconscious she laid there, one grabbed her skirt,
He was the oldest one, of the Burt's
3 ugly brothers against drunken Billy Fred,
Little did they know, they'll soon be dead.

The middle one reached for his gun,
While the youngest one was stunned.
The Oldest still with the Skirt in his hand,
Not many more seconds left to stand.

I drew my guns faster than light,
3 shots, bang bang bang fast and tight.
My shots hit all of the 3....
Two in the head and one in the knee.

The two oldest one's now are dead,
The youngest one stares into the eye's of Billy Fred.
Please don't shoot me he begged...
I have no intention of wasting a bullet on your head.

When I left the city all 3 was dead.
One dangling from the ropes, two shot in the head.
I left the Saloon all dusty and full of smoke,
Some still wonder, how I could cope.

Reviews

[JerryB]

Awww . . . Reminded me of a few of my western bad guys poems. Enjoyed the romp and stomp flavor of this poem. Ya did good, Ronny . . . er . . . Billy Fred!