Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Rifle Woman

I remember that first day when

She walked tall into the saloon,

Into the world of drinking men.

She grinned and whistled a tough tune.

Over her shoulder by a strap

She carried a rifle which said,

"Don't be givin' me any crap,"

"Or else you're gonna end up dead."

Came to the bar to where I stood,

Ordered a beer and smiled at me.

Beginning of something real good,

Rifle totin' couple we be.

I know my rifle woman can

Well outshoot me, her rifle man.