Sometimes I Rhymes: Man with No Name

Due to thinking about cowboys in my extensive studies for The Study on Whisky, I had these words appear to me. They seem to be a sort of limerick. That might be helpful.


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Man with No Name

A stranger rode into town,
On a horse he called Mr Brown
He visited the saloons
And made animals from balloons
So we really thought he was a clown

Then he got himself in to a fight
Which I thought he would lose at first sight
But he killed fifteen men
With a battery hen
Then he rode off into the night





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