Billy Black

Billy Black

A Poem by jen -- JG
"

About a rather clumsy road agent ....................

"

 

BILLY BLACK

 

Billy Black, the bandit

Always wore a dark red shirt

And every time he pulled his gun

He dropped it in the dirt.

 

He tried so hard to rob a coach

But he trembled in his boots

‘cause the driver held a rifle -

And Billy had no gun to shoot

 

When the driver aimed his rifle

It made poor Billy frown

He saw his pistol in the dirt

And quickly he bent down

 

The rifle shot went past his ear

Billy Black near wet his pants

The next shot landed by his feet

And made poor Billy dance.

 

He danced, he hopped, then fell down

All tangled with his feet

He looked so sad, eyes filled with tears

The driver laughed a treat.

 

The driver held his aching sides

Still grinning from ear to ear

Because he knew from Billy Black

He didn’t have much to fear.

 

Then while the driver chuckled

Billy Black reached out his hand

And with a single, well thought move

Became famous throughout the land.

 

Now Billy Black the bandit

Is no longer a figure of fun

Because he took the largest haul

And never used his gun.

 

ã  jen-JG  2006 


© 2009 jen -- JG



Author's Note

jen -- JG
as always - honesty is good. Thank you.

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Love that.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Dear Jen,

Okay! Much liked. Back to the clever, clever poery first seen by me in "TO BE Or NOT". Marvelous. Greatly enjoyed. No boundaries here. I feel the free Jen coming through.

Very best regards,

Rick

Posted 8 Years Ago


Hey I really liked this! Was fun to read =D

*two thumbs up*

Posted 8 Years Ago



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jen -- JG
jen -- JG

Melbourne, Australia



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I enjoy reading, writing and watching movies. There are two adorable cats in our household who give us much pleasure. i enjoy writing poetry of most kinds, rhyme - open verse - and often anything a.. more..

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