MORBID POEMS 4 MORBID PEOPLE



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BIG LIZ'
by Howard E. Morseburg
An angry young maiden rode into town,
Dressed in a dust-covered white wedding gown.
Her steed, coal black, was all covered with sweat,
She'd been ridin' him hard, but weren't done yet,
There were two six guns strapped around her waist,
That some poor cowboy would soon have to face,
For this angry gal' was known as Big Liz'
And she was always found whar' the action is!

She stood six foot six, and when the guys got rough,
Liz'd tossed 'em 'round 'til they hollered "'enuff."
Liz' was quite a 'beaut, but had no lover,
And never tucked a cowboy under a cover.
She was fast with a gun and a dead shot,
She'd laid out six men in a Boot Hill plot.
Under their names and ages, she'd signed Big Liz'.
And then, "ya'll find me whar' the action is."

An outfit in Dallas sold Liz' a plan,
For five hundred bucks they'd find her a man.
They sent off Bad Bart, but when he spied Liz'
He took of runnin' from whar' the action is.
Swearin' she'd track him down, he'd hurt Liz' pride.
He'd jilted Liz' as his Mail-Order Bride!
Voluptuous Liz' checked every bar in town,
But there in Dodge, she couldn't find that clown.

He'd seen that dust cloud ridin' fast his way,
And knew he'd faint chance of livin' out that day.
They'd warned Bart about the wrath of Big Liz',
That where she was, "wuz whar' the action is!"
He was a'hustlin' to get out of town,
When she looked out the window, she'd tracked him down!
She charged through the doors, not with a gold band,
But two loaded pistols, one in each hand.

Well, he saw Big Liz' comin', but couldn't run,
His hand shakin' so bad that he dropped his gun.
One shot rang out! But it weren't by Big Liz'
The gal who wuz' always whar' the action is.
It hit her dead center. right in the chest,
Shot square in the middle, right 'twixt each breast.
And thar' lay Big Liz' in the street...stone dead,
That white bridal gown slowly turnin' to red.

Their hats in their hands, they all gathered 'round,
Each admiring that voluptuous mound,
The box they made was a foot higher, they'd boast,
To fit those breasts, which were larger than most,
Well, it took ten strong men to carry Big Liz',
And to make certain she wuz' whar' the action is,
They buried Big Liz' in Harry's Saloon,
Under the bar in the middle of the room.

There they placed two spittoons, one for each breast,
That's jes' how Big Liz' was laid to her rest.
With deep respect for the Cowboy's Big Liz',
They buried her right whar' the action is!
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