The Old West

Narrowed eyes, 'neath texan crown,
Wingtip heels, black stallion astride, 
Search for bilk & bed him down, 
Boosy with grief & null of pride. 

Blazes venture, brisk up & cracked, 
Girls on the line mauled in awe, 
Pop skull downed & irons packed, 
Deuce becoming, dander's raw. 

Steely spurs, dismount & strut, 
Old pod awaits the fice, 
Beat the dutch, savage low sot, 
Nailed to the counter, blood suffice. 

Not by a jugful, reach for old blue, 
Over head and ears, washy & weed, 
Gone goslin, goney nigh due,
Rapid fire cannons, straddle & steed. 
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