332 – Boy, Have We Got A Vacation For You

Poem number 332
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Boy, Have We Got A Vacation For You!
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Yul Brynner, bald as a coot
But boy oh boy that man can shoot
Marching through the Westworld town
Taking poor James Brolin down
Stalking victims through the sand
Gun alert in line-less hand
Eyes alive to infra red
On a quest to make you dead
In the end he burns in flames
But he’s lethal just the same
Yul the legend, without par
A cowboy, gunman, total star.

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