Zombie Cowboy

-Nolan Perito

Now Pale ol Pete was taking a seat on his steed of ash and bone.

Cause he heard a tip on the bout of his lip from when he was lying prone.

That bastard Ed, that had shot him dead, was resting in Silver Creek.

So he hurried his horse and said “Chart a course! His head is what I seek!”

He counted his guns and figured someone’s gonna have just what he needs.

“A simple six–shooter to kill a polluter ain’t enough I guarantee.”

So he walked in the shop and then heard a plop, as the clerk had fainted in fear.

And with a sly vigor he pulled the grim trigger of something quite severe.

Then he kicked in the door and with a mighty roar he said. “Ed, you sly gutter trash!

Meet me at noon outside the saloon and we’ll finish our little hash.”

The bar was quiet but with quite a riot, Ed said. “You darn right you will!”

Then the men went outside and agreed to abide to a countdown before the kill.

About half way down, Ed shot the clown but Pale Pete did not fall.

With a hole in his head, Pete looked out and said. “Boy, that won’t work at all.”

And out real fast with a shotgun blast, Ed was face down in the street.

“The blood gets redder and the dead get deader.” said that of Pale ol Pete.