TheAuthorEats

The Author is known to me who is the publisher tis true the Poem is a short can be fitted in a Mag any old Rag will do. Who reads it over carefully frowning down at the byline is Charles Hice. Written in his haste no doubt a free pen taken from the Bank, his notebook wadded folded spindled in his pocket of that Green faded Vest he always wears it. And she okays it to be published she refuses to be swayed by facts the poem is so UGLY Stark and seldom touches rhymes but love hath blinded her she wants this Author to be richly payed as once more she reads this THING

COWBOYhas3Bullits

A Cowboy has three Bullits

One went off by accident (or Fun)

One was dead coyote (purposely done)

One is gone to scaring Indian (got to get this close)

Cowboyhas3Bullits

always in his GUn.

After she is finished finding shelf life for this prose out the door she goes to grab her Marguerites rub her toes upon the Carpet tacks this note done while she smiles she knoes the poet will now eat. The Author Eats.