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Son of a Gun

His daddy was a 747 magnum
His grandfather was a shotgun
He was actually a derringer.
 
We will not speak of his mother
She did not like firearms in the house.
 
He was a smoking gun
Always making drug deals
And enjoying pot parties.
 
He loved Westerns as a child
And never grew tired of them
Riding off into the sunset.
 
In his youth he joined the army
He wanted to make a difference
And he did
As a sniper his scope
Autographed many an enemy.
 
He returned home after the war
And opened a gun shop
He was very successful in the business world
And was soon swimming to the bank each day.
He married the teller and they had four water guns.
Written by DouglasWayne (Douglas)
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This is a Contest poem about metaphors.
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