CHUCK

Flying through the sky and what do I see?
Seems there’s a gunfighter staring at me.
His name is Chuck and he’s two years old.
Sittin’ beside Mom he’s very bold.

He has a cowboy hat and a water gun.
His eyes shout out, "Draw or run!"
I maintain my nerve because my coat is near.
I fiercely stare back and show no fear.

Suddenly, he raises his pistol to sight,
I jerk up my coat with all my might.
The water squirts just over my head.
The blonde beside me is squirted dead.

My finger shoots back from behind my coat.
Bahlams and pows escape my throat!
The water still shoots just over the coat.
His mom grabs his gun, the blonde grabs my throat.

Her fingers dig in; she tells me to stop!
She thinks she’s some kind of water gun cop?
I’m forty years old, yet I still want to play,
But Chuck and I sadly put our guns away.

Hoping for a rematch on a future day!
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