Third Cowboy from the Left - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

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Third Cowboy from the Left

 

An Ageing Actor’s One Regret

 

Julius Caesar was left on the cutting room floor

Lucky Ned Pepper was shot off his horse

Hamlet talked too much – oh, what a bore!

Doctor Watson got in the way, of course

 

As an unnamed messenger I was the best:

I spotted the approach of Birnham Wood

And the charging enemy in Beau Geste

I played lesser parts, and I was good

 

But, oh! If only (better than High Noon)

I could have been

A cowboy at the bar in the Long Branch Saloon

"It's Only a Flesh Wound" - rhyming doggerel

Lawrence Hall
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“It’s Only a Flesh Wound”

Gunsmoke Re-runs

Three times each morning that man in black
Swaggers High Noon-ish towards Marshal Dillon
The poor wretch shoots; Marshal Dillon shoots back
Three times each morning – so there ain’t no killin’