Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Nervous Service

The new barkeep in the saloon
Was thinking twice about his job.
Big Bad Dan was due at high noon.
That meant trouble - yesireebob.
"He's comin' in," yelled from the street.
The bar crowd headed for the hills.
In through the doors tromped two big feet.
This giant gave the barkeep chills.
His hairy fist splintered the bar.
A rattlesnake coiled on his toe.
He snarled at the barkeep, "You, thar -"
"Gimme your best bottle to go."

"I gotta git while I still kin."
"'Cause Big Bad Dan is comin' in."