Dead Eye Jim Poem by Phil Soar
Dead Eye Jim
My uncle's name was dead eyed Jim
He was a great outlaw
But he died under a stagecoach
That he never even saw
He never saw it coming
As it raced all over town
As he was going to rob a bank
The stagecoach ran him down
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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