Farmer Holst is dead
Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:25 pm
Run with the gun.
Run with the gun.
The farmer?s dead,
Shot down in the shed,
It served him right,
Go. Go. Take flight.
A foolish thing but now to be rewarded,
Shot dead, gunned down, now who would have thought it.
A hanging line,
A line to time,
Life imprisonment awaits,
These certain traits.
I know. I know.
You didn?t mean to,
But there was no other option to go through.
He saw you with his pride and joy
With clutched broken neck a twisted item once more toy
In one hand,
Oh yes he could understand.
You - you looked a total wreck
He was about to hit out and you shot him in the neck.
You horrid being now two are three are dead,
His pride, his honour and poor old Fred. .
Added/Created Aug 05, 2007
? 1994-2007 Stormchild69
Run with the gun.
The farmer?s dead,
Shot down in the shed,
It served him right,
Go. Go. Take flight.
A foolish thing but now to be rewarded,
Shot dead, gunned down, now who would have thought it.
A hanging line,
A line to time,
Life imprisonment awaits,
These certain traits.
I know. I know.
You didn?t mean to,
But there was no other option to go through.
He saw you with his pride and joy
With clutched broken neck a twisted item once more toy
In one hand,
Oh yes he could understand.
You - you looked a total wreck
He was about to hit out and you shot him in the neck.
You horrid being now two are three are dead,
His pride, his honour and poor old Fred. .
Added/Created Aug 05, 2007
? 1994-2007 Stormchild69