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~~~ Bunfight At The O.K. Corral ~~~
~ High Noon ~
On a tart pink wall, hangs a failed pastiche, of a Picasso-inspired, mould-ridden quiche;
As a beer glass fills an empty heart, a fatigued waitress, breaks tips apart,
In a poky and sullen, smoked bar room den, last orders resound, it’s half-past ten.
Whilst gut-rot Rick, knocks back his whiskey, and resident Candy is getting frisky,
Saloon doors swing, shocked patrons cringe, as Pistol Pete is looking risky.
The ‘Cisco Kid spins shiny spurs, his holiday ruined, Doc mouths a curse;
The Clantons stare at law-bound Earps, Ike rustles a Twinkie, as Wyatt slurps.
Rough Ringo Gang, demands prized locket, Skint Eastwood frowns, turns out his pockets.
Butch Cassidy, now, is going spare, being teased by Buffalo Bill’s éclair.
Ol’ Custer, would like to Geronimo Nancy, who lifts her skirts, whips out French fancy.
As Angel Eyes, pulls out his gun, his muzzle is blocked by Tuco’s bun.
Calamity, who likes her croissants plain, for a while, has never quite felt the same,
Since trading her mangy, two-bit nags, for a couple of brokeback camping fags.
Belle Star, kicks Butch, with such ferocity, he’s changed his name to Hopalong Cassidy;
Upstairs, quoit crackshot, scarlet chick, lands a custardy doughnut, on Deadwood Dick.
Hard night on the range, poor Clint is famished, he turns his back; his pudding’s vanished;
Now stifling rumbles of a hunger, pang, as he spies a scarpering, fat White Fang.
Now Pistol Pete, might never eat, for Dynamite Dan, just stole his flan.
Poor Tonto, and mysteriously, masked Lone Ranger, are wolfing cake in Silver’s manger.
Jesse Heimlich Manoeuvres, Wild Bill Hickok; his cherry shoots out, then tops the Doc.
John Wayne’s in pain, he cannot linger, s'been poked in the eye, by Jane’s sponge finger.
Now the moment of truth, in old Tombstone,
But Virgil makes time, to butter a scone;
Just think, is it worth all this senseless killing?, Wouldn’t you rather just sample a choc-packed filling?
They must pay the price, for a sugary vice, an addiction they all find enticing;
If America had been won, by some fun, not a gun, would the Wild West have been more exciting?©