The Gift
CG snuck up
To the snorin' hammock
He was snoozin'
Having drunk, more than a cup.
A bottle in hand
She stood next to him
Quietly she kept it, turnin'
Her eyes on a book did land.
Her face turned red
She stood still
Clenchin' her teeth
Wake up time, out of his bed.
She pull off the cork
Tipped up his hat
Poured hard from the bottle
Sure it hurt like a pitchfork.
He woke with a shout
The hammock tipped out
'The History' and him
Both had the air knocked out.
"Remove that picture of my mare!"
Shouting she walked off to elsewhere.
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Busted Gulch vol 1
AdventureCome to Busted Gulch and meet the unique characters there. A @lyttlejoe creation. An Old West story (kinda) in Poetry and Prose. A unique story that not only is a fun read but continues in the comments by the writers themselves. Come check out the...
