HIGH NOON
by Thomas Wark, Las Cruces
Raked the hillsides, scoured the caves,
Turned the palaces upside-down.
Searched the scoundrels, frisked the knaves,
Not one weapon yet was found.
"Hootin' tootin', goin' in shootin',"
Sheriff Dubyuh did propound..
"It's high time we did some lootin'
Of the oil that's in their ground."