It Was The Mere Leader Himself In A Ten Gallon Hat! Poem by Blair Gowrie.

Eyes closed George pondered on what he’d seen,
He could only guess at what it might mean,
Sobama and Damin in close conversation,
It certainly was an intriguing combination.
Drowsily the pictures in his mind began to blur,
Then slowly taking shape they began to re-emerge.
A small square room, with a wooden cot
On which George lay, and getting up
He looked around and to his great surprise
Found there were steel bars on every side,
Except for the rear wall, which was made of cement,
And covered with graffiti and excrement.
I’m locked up in a cell, but who put me here,
George asked himself, and the answer became clear
When the Sherriff walked up in western garb,
With spurs a-jangling, and a silver star
Pinned to his chest, and a gun on his hip,
But on looking more closely George saw that it
Was no ordinary Sherriff that he looked at,
But was the Mere Leader himself in a ten gallon hat! .

from 'The Adventures of George'
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