Beans, Blind Luck, and the hanging judge...

Let me tale you the tale
of a Friday night show down
that went down in old town
Fort Collins
Bean Cyclery Style
Nicole and Clea hosted the hostilities
some might say a poetry slam

Well with Wyoming rules
straight from Laramie
none of that slippery city slicker semantics
better suited to lawyers and actors
they were run out of town so
pure poetry was served six shooter style
to show who ruled the west

the other poets mowed down easy
the judges had been gunning for one old timer for years
he should have stayed home

final roundup
only two remained
Polar Paul the quick draw
took on internet porn
and Jesus

Tommi Guns
six shooter with six eyes
two in her eye sockets
two thick lenses in her frames
a magnifying glass in one hand
an armor piercing eye deep within her mind

When the dust had cleared
Paul's pole was on the ground
shattered by the sharp shooter
from the Texas pan handle
come home to claim her own
(he fell two bits short in points)

Tommi Guns claimed her prize
engraved in brass
on an enormous shiny brass apple
for the teacher who taught
don't mess with Texas

Big Boss Beth of Alley Cat and Matter
could have beat her butt
cleared out of town
claims she'd had to go
pay her respects
to her ma in Oklahoma

Still, don't test Tommi!
leave your poems at home
or toss them in the trash
when two step Tommi comes tapping through
you're sure to get a caning

©polarpaul 2006