Bounty Hunter

Poem By David Darbyshire

Big and fat,
as well as his wife.
Lots of gold,
their life, they have sold.

Searching each county,
for the price of the bounty.
Hunting a woman or man, caught
throw them in the back of the van.

What a life of trouble and strife,
constantly complaining, his wife.
Now saying under his voice:
I'll put a price on her head, if she doesn't clam up.

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