The Earps, with Holliday (call'd Doc) in tow
to bolster their inadequate morale,
opposed a trapezoidal UFO:
the Tonnekite at the OK Corral.
Three Earps -- that's Virgil, Morgan...Wyatt, too --
along with one Doc Holliday, their pal,
faced Dominick the Vampire. Few pull'd through.
It's the Dunnebite at the OK Corral.
Doc Holliday with Virgil, Morgan, Wyatt:
all four endured the consummate grand mal
as running sores of Attila ran riot
amid the Hunblight at the OK Corral.
The Earps ask'd ev'ry señor and señora.
They foraged but could form no rationale
for Drumpf's wall dividing Tombstone from Sonora.
Drumpf the Unbright at the OK Corral.
PlaysWellWithLetters is a blogorrheal notebook of Nonsense in rhyming metres accompanying often-inconsequential sequencial graphics all issuing from the hands and/or minds of Sgt. N. ("Jim") Smithe-Magee, amateur author/illustrator whose several books are available online from Politics & Prose Bookstore under the nom de charade Ulysses Poe.
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