Bad shot at the Hoquet Corral. A two-part limerick…
A drunk and a horse thief! Bill Hiccup yelled, “Hey!
Get off’n my horse! Drop your French pistolet!”
Bang! Frenchy was shot!
But dead?–he was not!
“Your Colt .45 made a petit hoquet!”
“A shot?” Wyatt Burp grabbed his gun, left his gal,
And came quick a-runnin’! “Must be the corral!”
He came just in time.
“Stop! Killin’s a crime!”
Though Frenchy was bleedin’, he laughed, “J’ai pas mal!”
© 2017 David E. Miller