El Diablo

An ancestor. 1867 a group of Johnny Rebb's thought they could chase out villagers on the Border of Mexico and California. Don Louis Santana De Carlos Vega Mesa, put them out..

Both guns are ready for the cross draw gringo,

let me ask you something loco my well dressed sir.


You wanna come across this grande?

No formal invitation, no gift of to show we are amigos?

No guns, gold, women, spirits of any kind?

Not even a cold polo dipped in that honey mustard you put so much into?


Oh no, no no no no NO.

How can you be so rude amigo?

This is not the act of a well dressed Es un perfecto caballero,

Maybe even a cigar would be nice.




Yes, you see both colts ready to dash the furlong?

I call this one, on my right; "Aseino de paganos"

My left, she is aptly named; "Palmade de truenos".



Both ladies would be more than happy to dance in the moonlight.

Now here is another question that comes to my poor brown mind.


Why are you thinking to cross my Grande?

Your people have all this and more,

do you really need this Grande?





Before I send you to our Lord God,

tell him,

El Diablo says "no more expatiation, his white children have enough"

Palmade de truenos, Aseino de paganos,

time to sing........................

Author's Note

Reviews

[Corset]

“You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?”
Clint Eastwood

A rollicking great read :) I think I saw Clint Eastwood or John Wayne kissing the tip of each barrel while squinting through cigar smoke, lots of fun to read.

[Allen Smuckler]

perhaps....or another day, another gringo.
I liked the tone of this poem...threatening, but not so threatening it will keep me away.
One pony for you to ride, one pony for me. I'll bring my harmonica...
gracias amigo
oh, btw...terrific write
allen