Bonnie elizabeth parker poems

Bonnie parker diary

You've heard of a woman's glory Being spent on a "downright cur" Still you can't always judge the story As true, being told by her. As long as I've stayed on this "island" And heard "confidence tales" from each "gal" Only one seemed interesting and truthful- The story of "Suicide Sal".

Now "Sal" was a gal of rare beauty, Though her features were coarse and tough; She never once faltered from duty To play on the "up and up". "Sal" told me this tale on the evening Before she was turned out "free" And I'll do my best to relate it Just as she told it to me: I was born on a ranch in Wyoming; Not treated like Helen of Troy, I�was taught that "rods were rulers" And "ranked" as a greasy cowboy.

Then I left my old home for the city To play in its mad dizzy whirl, Not knowing how little of pity It holds for a country girl.

There I fell for "the line"