Hey everyone, this is written in sonnet form, but I know it doesn't fit a sonnet theme.
The man stumbled into the empty bar
So very tired, yet so wide awake
A trav'lin coweboy that had come from far
Hurry on the whiskey, for poor Pete's sake
His spoke deep with a strong southern voice
A drunken man stumbled up to him
And there he made a solomn choice
He looked at his face, the light was too dim
A man like you will surely want to fight
If we must lets step into the night outside
I don't want to cause any trouble, but I might
With all is might the poor man tried
But the poor man died all the same
That cowboy left as soon as he came
