My poem, The gunfight, is it funny?

I rode into this one horse town


And off my horse my boots go down


I step into this one saloon


But they said they'd be closing soon





It's not that it is getting late


There's a gunfight going that won't wait


I think I'll stay and stick around


Just to see the one that will go down





The gunfight will go on at noon


I check my watch, it's coming soon


I see two men with holsters on


We'll see which gun is fastest drawn





They stare each other in the face


The town is there, they pack the place


A preacher says some lines he read


Two mother's pray alone instead





They then look each other in the eye


Two shots ring out, and one will die


The one shot low, last breath he vented


I told him high, this suit is rented

My poem, The gunfight, is it funny?
Good poem - a little funny



nanny