Welcome to JKA"s newest feature ! Here you can express your feelings about your favourite show, in a few short lines. I'm sure there are many of you out there who would love to write some TYR fanfic, but just don't have the time, right ?!
Maybe you would like to write a limerick about Cody's eating habbit's or Teaspoon's philosophies on life, or maybe just express how the show affected you or what it meant (and still means) to you.
We look forward to recieving your submissions, and remember if you want to remain annonymous please let us know !!
What better way to start this page than with a poem from our very own William F Cody !! I'm sure you will all remember this from he episode "Decoy", where Cody meets up with Bart the bear, after his owner is tragically killed.
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
May this man's spirit
Never rust
Working for the Express twern’t what I thought it’d be,
No, sir, that it ain’t.
Nobody told be I’d be tenderin’ my hide,
In weather that makes ya faint.
But let me tell ya this,
I work hard for every dollar that I earn,
And when it comes to bathin’ time,
I never hafta wait my turn;
Cuz the harses smell,
The men stink worse,
And on really bad days,
It’d make you curse!
One day me and my harse went for a tumble,
(That’s a day I’lls always remumber!)
I let out a hollar, thrash, n’ a yell,
And moments later I’s slipt and fell.
(Don’t recollect much’n after that,
‘Cept that I’ve become much wiser,
And that, my friend, is a fact!)
I don’t ride for the Express no more,
No, sir, that I don’t.
Cuz the pay is lousy,
The food is worse,
And I been ridin’ round so much,
I dun gone and lost my course!
They say that I’m in Texas,
Yes, sir, that I am,
And I’m going to be a soldier,
Fighting for Uncle Sam!
But I won’t like it,
No, sir, that I won’t,
Cuz the pay is good,
The food ain’t bad,
But leaving my harse behind,
Has gone'n made me sad!
She quickly glanced up to look at him,
His eyes hastily returned to stare at the table.
Had he seen her looking at him?
Had she seen his eyes on her?
Daily she feared he'd tell her secret.
Why did she expect him to hide her real identity?
This job, these boys were the best she'd ever known.
He never expected to gain a family.
Men were something to be feared;
Women shouldn't be doing this kind of job.
Would they care about her if they knew she wasn't male?
Could he protect her from danger?
She thanked him but the kiss was a surprise.
He remembered her taste fondly.
Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to have one of them know,
Maybe she was the special one for him.
She glanced at the handsome face,
He looked at her hidden beauty.
Eyes locked momentarily, emotions passed.
Destiny and Cupid scored again!
How come
I gotta live by the gun,
and need 10 pairs of eyes,
when I only have one?
How come
Every sound I hear
Makes me reach for by holster
and tremble with fear?
How come
I can't have a normal life
and live on a ranch
with kids and a wife?
How come
I have to die young,
and live in the shadows
away from the sun?
