It was freezing that Christmas, <br />watching the snow filled clouds pass. <br />The tree was bright, and presents for all, <br />I got a 'cowboy' outfit, felt quite tall. <br /> <br />Being only five, I put my hat and holster on, <br />couldn't wait to run outside. <br />Snow up to my knee's, playing on the lawn. <br />Now from me, no one could hide. <br /> <br />To this day don't ask me why, <br />I was stood there shivering under a blue sky. <br />I rose the gun up to my mouth, and licked it with my tongue, <br />the gun froze to my mouth, all the way home there it hung. <br /> <br />It is very embarrassing for a young boy, <br />to walk home with a gun hanging from his tongue. <br />But that's what ya get, when you buy such a toy. <br />I think some skates and pads, would bring more Joy<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gun-on-my-tongue/
