Sense Sonnet -Tickler

Done of a Gun

Les Moore, an outlaw, roamed the West,
Robbing and killing randomly.
Many a lawman tried his best
To bring in Les Moore legally.
Many a lawman bit the dust;
Shot down in cold blood by this one
Who only sneered at fair and just,
While adding notches to his gun.
One day, while carving such a notch,
The pistol slipped and hit the ground.
All Moore could do was grimly watch
The gun fire into him a round.

Gunned down dead by his forty-four,
Here lies Les Moore, no less, no more.