Annie Oakley's Ghost Poem by Practicing Poetess
Annie Oakley's Ghost
Gonna get me a gun
And shoot me a man
'Cause he's given me more grief
Than I can stand
They'll say I'm possessed by
Annie Oakley's ghost
And when I'm finished,
That man will be toast!
Now I understand why
They sing the blues
'Bout how my man done me wrong,
It's nothing new.
My mama told me
To watch out for that kind,
But I didn't listen
Or pay her no mind.
For his sweet lovin'
I sure paid my dues
Gonna get me a gun
Here's one fight he will lose!
Just playing with words? It's very good! Watch out, you good-for-nothin' man - here comes Annie and her gun... Did you ever read my Calamity Jane poem? It's quite similar.
Thank you, Laurie! Sleepy or not, now I must read Calamity Jane (hope that's the title, otherwise I'll never find it!) :)
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5/11/2024 2:57:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Enjoyed your poem very much poetess.. I10
Thank you, Sweet Rini! Always happy to hear from you! (And no, I would never really shoot anyone!) :)