Bandit's Last Request (For Polka Lovers) Poem by michael Smajda

Sheriff, if you are ever going to shoot me,
Please shoot me with polka bullets in your gun.
I want to die polka happy,
Truly, in front of everyone.
I have been a dedicated polka lover
Since the very first day I was born.
If it were not for bands playing the polka,
I would be so miserable from morn to morn.
So, do check, again, your six-shooter
And pull the trigger without remorse.
You will be doing me a polka favor--
Dying in other ways could be much worse.