Written for the "Five Things" challenge on
brokebackslash.
There once was a man called Aguirre
Of whose crap Mr Jack Twist was weary.
For he'd rather not sleep
All alone with the sheep
When Ennis's tent seems so cheery.
Ennis rose when the sky was still black,
And for "fishing", he'd happily pack.
Though he cared for each daughter
As a good father oughta,
Poor Alma just wasn't his Jack.
One Thanksgiving with Jack and Lureen
L.D. Newsome was causing a scene.
Jack turned off the TV
And tempted was he
To kick the old coot through the screen.
In a bar was where Ennis met Cassie,
And that girl had a fine-looking chassis,
But despite what he said
In the firelight red,
Ennis wasn't that keen on the lassie.
Jack died sometime after the spat
That they couldn't resolve or work at,
And all hope of mending
Was brought to an ending
And ain't anything funny 'bout that.