A modern cowboy poem
THE BALLAD OF SMOKEY MCCALL
Smokey McCall was straight and tall,
Lived out where the cactus grow.
A wife and kids, and god forbid,
A war torn foreboding sole.
I’ll make it clear, he lived in fear,
But a cowboy though and through.
He played it straight, and never was late
To a family barbecue.
Things are scary, so Smokey would carry
A pair of Colt 45’s!
He said for protection, but he got an erection
From the power they seemed to provide.
I swear that it’s true, there’s nothing to do,
At the wrong place at the wrong time.
But Smokey was there, and drew his pair,
When a shooter went out of his mind.
Smokeys now in his grave, no telling how many he saved,
By putting away the intruder.
People say that they heard his very last words,
“Goddamnit officer!!!!!! I’m not the shooter!”
So if you’re out at the mall, and shots hit the wall,
Just remember the Ballad of Smokey McCall!!!