Son Of A Gun Poem by Allan James Saywell

My daddy was a Winchester
People always said
That i was the Son of a gun
So it came as no surprise
That people nicknamed me Colt
I was always a sharp shooter
People always said
Never get in Colts cross hair sights
Never put a bullet in colts chamber
When i met my wife
I asked her for her name
She said my people are Carbines
I said if you and i ever get married
You and i are going to have-
A lot of sons of Guns and carbines