Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Shooting Lesson

In Dry Gulch, a killer ran loose.
Black Bart had escaped from his cell,
Just as he was to get the noose.
Now, he had the town's kids in hell.
Black Bart busted into the school.
He would kill the kids one by one,
To show the town, it was a fool
To try to silence Black Bart's gun.
"Who's folks'll be the first to grieve?"
He choked on his tobacco chaw.
A chance maybe - from up her sleeve,
The school marm pulled her gun - fast draw.

Black Bart was where he'd never kill -
Six feet under, up on Boot Hill.