Monday, 15 July 2013

One Shot Billy

Hello viewers. this is a poem I wrote in my 20's while on a night shift back in
my space and satellite days with Marconi Space. the original was written and illustrated in the nightshift handover book, so David the guy taking over in the early hours would see it.. I made four of these as the nights went on and intended writing a whole series to make a book of poems called The Book of David....
I hope you enjoy this trip to my past.
One shot Billy
Illustrated by Paul aka BestDrWho

David’s in his western gear, 
Well at least that’s how it would appear
He has one elbow on his steer,
To rest it while he’s sipping beer

Walking  back into the bar, the cow folk all went quiet
They stared, some thought, “heck look at him he must be on a diet?”
Dave moseyed on up to the bar and tapped the barman’s shoulder.
He was just as thin as Dave but he was slightly older.
“Can I have another drink?" He asked feeling rather silly.
“What ya want?” the barman asked.
"I’ll have a sarsaparilly."

Drink in hand he spots The Gamblers, and asks, “can I join in ?“
One man looked up, answered “yep!" now the poker will begin.

The game went on for minutes and Dave got over heated.
He jumped up in a rage and said, “That what name there just cheated!“

“Well that there is fighting talk." said his opponent rather quickly.
David’s face turned green then white in fact he looked quite sickly.
The people said “we’ll clear the street so you can meet at noon."
So one shot Billy said to Dave “you’ll meet your maker soon.”

At the crack of noon Dave awoke to face his awful fate.
Then sent a note to Billy to say he might be late.
Nervously he walked to town and past the shop called Macy.
Billy stood there dressed in black, and David white and lacy.

Dave went for his gun but that Billy was too quick.
Another notch went on his gun this made it his hat-trick.
“David will you please get up." Mother shouted from the hall
He looked around with great relief he must have dreamt it all.

You see he was only dreaming of fighting in the west.
So he strolled down stairs for breakfast, Mum’s cooking at its best.


  1. Fantastic Paul. It actually made me laugh out loud ♡

  2. Thank you Linda.... I love to hear laughter...?;^)&