Wide Urp
Wide Urp came to Deadwood one day
The folks were scared and ran away
The camp fire yarns had feared them so
Of all his tales of death and woe
He was known for his blazing fast draw
(But he didn't shoot from the hip)
It was straight from his jaw
A tongue so long he'd trip on words
But could pull from the sky little birds
But birds did not interest him
His name was Wide not little slim
He got that way by catching bugs
Then hitting the saloons for frothy mugs
After a long hard day you see
Of bugs and mugs and slurps by he
Up came the belch that rattled loud
..........URP! ......he did it proud.
Sept 4 2008
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