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The Red Bandanna
So I had to write a poem for my intro to poetry class. I need feedback...
Memories and debaucheries of his cowboy days,
Horses and gunfights that stopped to soon.
Gallops and trollops that seemed to stay.
Oh but his works were yet to pay.
Of the days that he stayed in the white saloon.
But who answered the door that night?
It was quite a sight!
Was it the slave, or the butler?
Or was it she; the woman who murdered William Holiday?
For was it she; the trollop that galloped away?
Did you know that William Holiday gave everything; to the trollop that galloped away?
Oh but he put up a fight, that night in Louisiana,
For it was she who murdered William Holiday with the red bandanna?
Ah! Those were the days of William Holiday.
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