Dusty was the wind In this City of Sin As The Cowboy moseyed through. He kept his hat low But his eyes did glow For gold, and adventure too. "Turn around, stranger." Said the town's Lone Ranger. The Cowboy turned and tipped his hat. "Now we've seen your kind, And I've got half a mind To draw, you son of a rat." The Cowboy blew smoke And easily spoke The words for a dead man's ears "I never killed a man Without shaking his hand." Lone Ranger thought of his years. "I respect that, kid, And I hate to get rid Of such a polite soul. So turn back around. Get out of this town." The Cowboy's eyes were coal. His soft hand stuck out And The Director shouts "CUUUUUUUUUUUT! You're not rough enough. You're fired, get your stuff." With that, The Cowboy was canned.
Nice twist, but it's kind of a letdown. I was hoping for the showdown. You had set the tone so well for it too. I like a poem that tells a story if it's done well. But anyways, I did like it. Good structure to it, I liked the rhyme scheme.
