Down at the Hacienda, <br />where the bullets, <br />were flying around. <br />A man lies shot on the ground. <br />My love was the one, <br />who shot him. <br />She was trying to shoot me. <br />Her aim was so bad; <br />she shot him, <br />while he was hiding behind a tree!<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-at-the-hacienda-fun-poem-18/
