Down At The Hacienda (Fun Poem 18)
Down at the Hacienda,
where the bullets,
were flying around.
A man lies shot on the ground.
My love was the one,
who shot him.
She was trying to shoot me.
Her aim was so bad;
she shot him,
while he was hiding behind a tree!
poem by David Harris
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