Saddled up to a bar-room stool, at a place on the East Side of town,
Drinking beer from a can, sit a dangerous man known as One-punch Willy Brown.
The gals all sidled near him; the guys seemed to leave him alone.
We all knew his reputation and that Willy was bad to the bone.
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Amazing realization about legend is nicely and thoughtfully presented in this brilliant poem.10
Great story with a great rhythm. Thanks for posting!