Poetry

The Ballad of Willy Magudol

In old shanty town
a body was found
shot once in the back of the head
A crowd gathered near
But none shed a tear
For old Willy Magudol was dead.

No man was his friend
Right up to the end
When somebody took him down
He was bad to the bone
and lived all alone
In the worst part of shanty town.

The bastard was mean
A soulless machine
Cold as the frost on his ale
He had taken a knife
And killed his young wife
And spent most of his life in jail.

The sheriff looked around
for clues on the ground
But he did it only for show
The sheriff was glad
for Magudol was bad
And he was happy to see him go.

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