She pulled the poster from the wall,
She looked at the face of the man.
Though she loved him with all her heart,
The bounty was more in demand.
She returned to her mighty steed,
Her sidekick waiting near,
An Indian Princess, with a cat for a pet.
A panther, to all that’s here.
A nearby constable, the same as a marshal,
Up in the western lands.
Shaking his head back and forth,
Said, “Feel sorry for that man.”
I believe Bruce will only live,
To rue this fateful day.”
As in the distance he saw a ball of fire.
And heard “Hi-ho dragons away!!!!”
Another stood in the airport, wearing tight fitting jeans.
Her partner looked just as good.
With envy, women turned green.
Barb looked at her saddle pard,
“ We’ve followed them way down south.
I hear tell they’re mean as snakes.
A trait learnt from “russling” cows.”
Her pard just looked at her, didn’t have nothing to say.
Jocelyn just wanted the money,
That soon would be coming their way.
And last but not least rode Erma,
An “Arkie” from Chicago land.
Old man Pinkerton hired her,
For she always got her man.
As all great heroes, she had a sidekick
But not one that rode behind.
This sidekick was just as deadly,
But with a heart that was really kind.
Erma loved the gal, whose only fault was really a drag.
Though countless times she had saved her,
She carried her “toke” in a bag.
Our heroes days are numbered,
We knew this at the start.
An old wild west tale from down under,
Many have taken a part.
What’s the fate of our musketeers?
Do they really know where “it’s” at?
Do they know they’re being followed,
As the plot thickens in the vat?
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