Mike Irwin
Staff
(With sincere apologies to Edgar Alan Poe and his classic, The Raven)
As I pondered weak and weary,
Over tomes of handgun theory,
My eyes were tired, and oh so bleary,
So much reading, so much lore!
Suddenly there came a clacking,
As if Marshall was near racking,
The slide on the gun that he was packing,
Tap and racking just outside my gunroom door!
I threw it open, and there he was,
Loudly defending his pet cause,
Spittle flying from his jaws,
The droplets landing on my floor!
In he rushed, as he said,
"There's only one way to toss lead"
"That's light and fast, to make them dead,"
"Your gun shouldn't shout, it should ROAR!"
Then in an instant, another was there,
Fackler's screams split the air,
"There's but one way, to get you there,"
"Heavy and slow and they'll hit the floor!"
I looked at them, they looked at me,
Suddenly red, was all I could see,
And I screeched, in a prime fury,
"You're just a pair of ballistic whores!"
"Take your jello, and your one shot stops,"
"Get out of my house, or I'll call the cops"
"And take your cadre of trollops,"
"Everyone of you, I abhore!"
Then they fled, at the sight,
Of my Winchester's 12-gauge might,
Only that will give true fright,
To the bad guys, I'm gunning for.
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Beware the man with the S&W .357 Mag.
Chances are he knows how to use it.
[This message has been edited by Mike Irwin (edited August 03, 2000).]
As I pondered weak and weary,
Over tomes of handgun theory,
My eyes were tired, and oh so bleary,
So much reading, so much lore!
Suddenly there came a clacking,
As if Marshall was near racking,
The slide on the gun that he was packing,
Tap and racking just outside my gunroom door!
I threw it open, and there he was,
Loudly defending his pet cause,
Spittle flying from his jaws,
The droplets landing on my floor!
In he rushed, as he said,
"There's only one way to toss lead"
"That's light and fast, to make them dead,"
"Your gun shouldn't shout, it should ROAR!"
Then in an instant, another was there,
Fackler's screams split the air,
"There's but one way, to get you there,"
"Heavy and slow and they'll hit the floor!"
I looked at them, they looked at me,
Suddenly red, was all I could see,
And I screeched, in a prime fury,
"You're just a pair of ballistic whores!"
"Take your jello, and your one shot stops,"
"Get out of my house, or I'll call the cops"
"And take your cadre of trollops,"
"Everyone of you, I abhore!"
Then they fled, at the sight,
Of my Winchester's 12-gauge might,
Only that will give true fright,
To the bad guys, I'm gunning for.
------------------
Beware the man with the S&W .357 Mag.
Chances are he knows how to use it.
[This message has been edited by Mike Irwin (edited August 03, 2000).]
