*****
Texas flatlands, hot and hard
No place for a man without gun
The west wind blows the dust around
But cactus don’t take notice
Unless the one called Turdo rides along
She’s not an easy target
She pistol whips the varmints
That nip at her silver stirrup boots
Will the dry rivers flow this rainy season
And she whiff’s at the parched, sun baked prairie
She knows it’s time to ride, she knows it’s do or die
As the gallops off, the men mount up behind her
*****
Inspired by Turdo, I wrote his poem. Do you like it?
Bet she likes the part where the men mount up behind her.
%26lt;evil silly grin%26gt;
Reply:I really had no idea she was from Texas!
I am intrigued!
Make sure you take some water, Turdo, sounds dry out there
Since Kumara has set a president.
How come everyone and everything has inspired you. Except me? Hmmmmmm?
Reply:Wow! That is really Turdo...she's no easy target! hee-hee... =)
EDIT: But where's Inspired by Tyler Durden?
Reply:I dunno. Considering Turdo's relationship with Tyler, you might want to draw images from the German Odessa.
Ya know he does kinda look like Otto Scorczeney
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