JOSEPH GETLING
Payson, Arizona
About Joseph Getling
The Ornery Lookers
Six ornery looking hombres,
Rode into town today;
Two on sorrels, two on pintos,
One roan and one a bay;
All six of them were wanted,
In the small town of Deadwood;
They had robbed the Fargo Bank,
And their get-a-way made good;
The Sheriff got a wire,
They were headed out his way;
So he just waited patiently,
For them to make his day;
They all had on those coats of black,
Like Jesse James had worn;
Some had holes in the soles of their boots,
Their jeans were tattered and torn;
They sauntered on down to the old saloon,
Where the bottles emptied quick;
The barkeep kept filling their glass,
And soon all six were sick;
One by one they stumbled,
And fell out the swinging door;
They piled up like matchsticks,
Upon the wooden floor;
The Sheriff was there to greet them,
And escorted them to his jail;
They stayed inside the pokey,
Cause there weren't any bail;
In two weeks the Judge was due,
The robbers had made a plot;
But the Judge never did show up,
So all six of them were shot.
© 2003, Joseph Getling
About Joseph Getling:
I was born in a the town of Temperance, Michigan. Have never been a cowboy, but have always loved the West. Moved to Arizona in 1963 for the daughters health and have since retired to the mountains of Payson, Arizona. I started writing poetry as a pastime in 1970 and have just made a book of all my poetry for the family. I jest start to thinkin bout different things and put them down on paper as though I was there.
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