Surrounding Reality

3Gun looked around

His discovery was profound

stannbear sat at the card table

Silk shirt with silver arm bands

A black Stetson and moustache

Looking like Clark Gable

Dealing cards like a practised shark

Raking in the money from

His dazed mark

CrazyGoose strutted to the bar

On her vest she wore

A dinner plate-sized

Sheriff's star

Her standing order of lemonade

Was waiting on the bar

The house paid

She had it made . . . in the shade

Raven wore a chef's white hat

Carried a mixing bowl full of butterfat

He was making his famous recipe

Bunkhouse chocolate torte

That was completely sugar free

Requested by the editors

Of BG's daily paper

For their overtime work

On the gold deed caper

A special order for Miss Kae

Celebrating newsprint day

With little Ronald

Delivering each sheet

The torte would really be a treat

U.B. Well, the Gulch's vet

And Unger the barber

The ladies met, sharing dessert

Any better, it couldn't get

Billy led the church choir in song

And every week there was a throng

Of folks who all did get along

Busy righting every wrong

He filled the pews

And raised the roof

With sermons delivered

On the hoof

Rue bought the hotel

And revamped the floors

Inside the entrance

She built boutique stores

Missy's Muffins, Puddin' & Pie

Desert Dairy, The Liquid Diet

And My Oh My

(treats to die for)

Upstairs there were fashions

For women and men

From the latest back East

Delivered now and again

Everyone was enjoying

Their lives in the town

All unaware of what

was going down