NEARLY BEING THE LONE RANGER: A NEW POEM...

I Was Nearly The Lone Ranger…

I was left-handed and toy holsters were usually made For those who favoured their right,

But I craved some authenticity

And became rather stubborn and contrite…

The Lone Ranger though, sported two hand-guns,

Plus a flawless outfit and a dark mask,

But to find a double-holster for little old me

Would be an unenviable parental task…

They succeeded though and so it was 

That I wore both guns with cool pride,

Lifting the left one more regularly of course,

Leaving my smoking right hand at my side…

No mask, no horse called Silver, “Hi-ho!”

No Tonto, no cries of “Kemosabe!” (faithful friend)-

Merely a cowboy who fired at the woman next door,

With an only child’s lonely hours to spend… 

Pete Ray

December 2016

Being nearly the Lone Ranger. 

I just wanted to be a ‘left-hand gun’… 

Tonto was the masked man’s trusty friend, whose horse was called scout, which was interesting because ‘kemosabe’ also meant ‘trusty scout’, I believe…

I pretended to shoot Floss next door, as she powered off towards Kitsland Road shops… 

She never knew…