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I started to write up "The Seven Sneezes of Cecil Snedde" but found that I couldn't remember the first two lines of the last stanza. I can remember the whole rest of it, though. I wouldn't mind writing up a number of those poems, but the number I can recall in their entirety is dwindling. I'll have to read it when I go home. So, instead...
The Sheriff of Rottenshot, Jogalong Jim
wore a one-gallon hat with a ten-gallon brim.
He was short in the saddle and slow on the draw,
but he was the sheriff. His word was the law.
Jogalong Jim didn't know how to fight.
His boots were too big, his britches too tight.
He wasn't too bright and he wasn't too brave,
he needed a haircut, a bath and a shave.
His rifle was rusty and couldn't shoot straight.
His bony old pony groaned under his weight.
The Sheriff of Rottenshot, Jogalong Jim,
was lucky that nobody lived there but him.
~~ by Jack Prelutsky
The Sheriff of Rottenshot, Jogalong Jim
wore a one-gallon hat with a ten-gallon brim.
He was short in the saddle and slow on the draw,
but he was the sheriff. His word was the law.
Jogalong Jim didn't know how to fight.
His boots were too big, his britches too tight.
He wasn't too bright and he wasn't too brave,
he needed a haircut, a bath and a shave.
His rifle was rusty and couldn't shoot straight.
His bony old pony groaned under his weight.
The Sheriff of Rottenshot, Jogalong Jim,
was lucky that nobody lived there but him.
~~ by Jack Prelutsky