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Old El Paso

A SAGA OF OLD EL PASO AND LADY B GOOD There was a famous lady of El Paso in the Old West She hunted and trapped, trading furs with the best Her pride, her joy, a red velvet cape trimmed in fur so white It seemed to glow with a gleaming unearthly light You might think her name to be Snow White or Red Riding Hood But she was known as Sweet Emmaline or Lady Be Good Lady was famous in town for her mirrored honky tonk saloon Which had a large sign saying Y'all Come Back Soon There was even a piano player, with whom Lady often had a date Who tickled the keys every night about a quarter to eight But alas there rode into town one day a badass buckaroo Upon his horse by the name of Big Blue This hobnailed fellow looked to make an easy buck or two He spotted the saloon and LadyBGood fixin' to go inspect traps As it turned out it would be one of her very last acts Lady and her dog Croesus had been an inseparable pair But this day Croesus was off chasing squirrels somewhere "I'll take your money and that fancy fur coat" "Are you crazy little boy, you're not old enough to vote" Quick as lightening Lady's Derringer came from her ****'s fold But the cowpoke was quicker if truth be told The buckaroo's nickel-plated pistol was pointed and My Didn't It Roar Whereupon LadyBGood then unfortunately met the floor The blood ran as red as her fur trimmed velvet cloak And Sweet Emmaline drifted into a sleep from which she never awoke EPILOGUE Boot Hill in El Paso has only one Lady in it Who made it her home when outdone in that grievous minute She lies with her fur trimmed red velvet cloak and **** to match Right next to the one who put her there … the Cowboy, Sam Hatch

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Date: 4/25/2018 2:25:00 AM
Fascinating. You drew me into this one right to the end. Form and style spot on. Regards David in NZ
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