September 28, 2018
And thus that sad tale said,
at that point
from Frank’s joint,
the shooting cowards fled.
Now Frank and Bart were in such place remote,
‘twas the perfect space for cowards to smote.
In a wooded ravine by the state’s south line
meant easy, convenient flat getaway time.
By the time the neighbors called it in,
the cowards had flown out of town;
surely not pausing to ponder their sin,
but they will never live it down.
Since then, Davey H had frequently paused and pondered the fate of the affable, soft-spoken Gormley.
He would like to see justice served.