The Wild Wee: Poem Analysis
The Wild Wee-st The west had room for only two things, whiskey and cowboy hats. There was no room for two gunslingers in this small town. Well… maybe we can fit two. Yeah we got enough room for two, maybe three. But that's no matter because one of us was gonna get shot, maybe killed but… that wouldn’t be PG for this story.
An old man stood in the middle of us and with a stern voice, said, “ I will flick this coin, and when lands the rest of us in the crowd will blink and one of yous will be shot, have a hole, eat lead, get heated, or die...that too.”
Me and the wannabe gunslinger stare at each other, the wind flowing through my mutton chops and long black hair. Men and women crowd around, which is a bad idea because if one of us misses, it's …show more content…
The sun reflects from the coin and blinds me. So I cover my eyes. Then a bang and a ping. A bullet hit my belt buckle, but all of the panchos I was wearin gave surprisingly less comfort from the blow or bullet or whatever. It. Just. Hurts. Real bad too. But, the other slinger of the guns was confused on why I didn’t drop like a sack of potatoes. Usin the confusion as a distraction, I run up to the slinger that slings guns for a livin, and pistol whipped him so hard that even a train would think that was a hard blow. But this tactic was very cheap, and duels were sacred in this land. So the people, aggravated that I had broken the unwritten and undocumented rules of the duel. pulled out their six-shooters, even the women and children. And they were all pointed at me. To this I ran, but it wasn’t before long that my belt-buckle gave out from the bullet. My pantaloons fell, and I was runnin through the town with my pantaloons down. Even though I was waddlin, I managed to dodge all the bullets. Except for one little kid that got lucky and hit my prized …show more content…
With my theme song playin in the background. Hopefully I can do what those banditos do and sleep on a cactus. I did that once, but it turns out you can’t do it with just any cactus. I learned that the hard way. But hey its was comfortable. So I found a cactus and took a long desired nap. But then I woke up and found that everythin was missin, except for a broken accordion. This turned an already bad event, to an even worse event. So now I was walkin, with my theme song. But the accordion made it sound worse. Now all I need was an oboe and my theme song will be
An old man stood in the middle of us and with a stern voice, said, “ I will flick this coin, and when lands the rest of us in the crowd will blink and one of yous will be shot, have a hole, eat lead, get heated, or die...that too.”
Me and the wannabe gunslinger stare at each other, the wind flowing through my mutton chops and long black hair. Men and women crowd around, which is a bad idea because if one of us misses, it's …show more content…
The sun reflects from the coin and blinds me. So I cover my eyes. Then a bang and a ping. A bullet hit my belt buckle, but all of the panchos I was wearin gave surprisingly less comfort from the blow or bullet or whatever. It. Just. Hurts. Real bad too. But, the other slinger of the guns was confused on why I didn’t drop like a sack of potatoes. Usin the confusion as a distraction, I run up to the slinger that slings guns for a livin, and pistol whipped him so hard that even a train would think that was a hard blow. But this tactic was very cheap, and duels were sacred in this land. So the people, aggravated that I had broken the unwritten and undocumented rules of the duel. pulled out their six-shooters, even the women and children. And they were all pointed at me. To this I ran, but it wasn’t before long that my belt-buckle gave out from the bullet. My pantaloons fell, and I was runnin through the town with my pantaloons down. Even though I was waddlin, I managed to dodge all the bullets. Except for one little kid that got lucky and hit my prized …show more content…
With my theme song playin in the background. Hopefully I can do what those banditos do and sleep on a cactus. I did that once, but it turns out you can’t do it with just any cactus. I learned that the hard way. But hey its was comfortable. So I found a cactus and took a long desired nap. But then I woke up and found that everythin was missin, except for a broken accordion. This turned an already bad event, to an even worse event. So now I was walkin, with my theme song. But the accordion made it sound worse. Now all I need was an oboe and my theme song will be