Edward Ned Kelly Poem by malaqhi biddick

It was Edward Ned Kelly.
Bated, bruised and smelly.
That was shot down.
Far from his town.
Cause a copper came.
And wanted to play a game.
So Dan shot one round.
And a rumour did sound.
That Ned had done it.
So Ned got a fit.
'Said I shot him'.
'So out comes my pistol and I'll fix its rim'.
He than shot three coppers down to the ground.
And fired one last bullet out of that round.
So the imperil officer came with his power.
And oh boy in that pub did those bullets did shower.
Joe Blyme got shot by the best.
So Dan and Steve fired the bullet to internal rest.
Up came the sun.
But still Ned did not run.
He fired away.
And the coppers only saw grey.
Cause it was Edward Ned Kelly.
Bated, bruised and smelly.
That was shot down.
Far from his town.
Cause a copper came.
And wanted to play a game.
While all patched up.
To the imperil officer he rose a cup.
The judge said hanged till dead.
So Ned said words that filled him with dread.
Now as he went up to that rope.
Still his friends and family did hope.
He went up knowing that he was in strife.
So he said 'such is life'.
And down he went.
Into that darkened vent.
Cause it was Edward Ned Kelly.
Bated, bruised and smelly.
That was shot down.
Far from his town.
Cause the imperil officer came with his power.
And oh boy in that pub did those bullets did shower.