Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Chicken Big, 38

Frightening Doggerel

Fatal Oops: placophobia

He had a fear of tombstones, but
He was a stupid perp.
He moved to Tombstone, where, I fear,
He met fierce Wyatt Earp.

And bullets flew—the kind that missed,
The kind that always kill.
And now he has a tombstone there
Atop the famed Boot Hill. 

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