Chalked
Jeff Harris had a piece of chalk, Jimmy Ann he had a gun,
Both were ready for the showdown, it would be a lot of fun.
A training day, up at the range, to test out a new technique,
Survival of the fittest one, the other up the creek.
Both were standing face to face, about twenty feet away,
Two cowboys in a showdown, only one could win the day.
Jeff dressed up in all his gear, his FIST suit sweaty hot,
Jim was waiting patiently, for his chance to take a shot.
Simunition
loaded up, soon the fight would start,
A mighty battle soon to come, not for the faint of heart.
Jeff, started
pacing back and forth, which tactic would be used?
Straight ahead or zig-zag, to keep them all confused.
Seconds passed like hours, each waiting ‘cross the way,
To make a move and start it off, “go ahead and make my day”.
Jeff came charging forward, Jim’s hand flashed to his side,
Shoot this charging rhino, no place that he could hide.
Two quick pops then rang out, but, Jeff came charging in,
He lashed out with his weapon, and the world began to spin.
When the dust had settled, poor Jim lay on the ground,
Eight weeks now to rehab,
with summer coming round.
Shoulder muscle ripped apart, where the evil weapon hit,
His squad mates all are missing him, hope to see
him in a bit.
While injuries are never fun, here’s one thought just for you,
“Chalk” this up as experience, what else is there to do?
PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk
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