Bonnie and Clyde: Poem about Bonnie and Clyde by Bonnie

You’ve heard the story of Jesse James,

Of how he lived and died,

If you’re still in need of something to read, 
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde,

 Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,

I’m sure you all have read how they rob and steal,
And those who squeal are usually found dyin’ or dead,
They call them cold-hearted killers,
They say they are heartless and mean,
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde, when he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around, kept takin’ him down,
And lockin’ him up in a cell,
Till he said to me “I’ll never be free. So I’ll meet a few of them in Hell.” If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue to guide,
If they can’t find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean,
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde,
If they try to act like citizens,
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night,
They’re invited to fight,
By a sub-guns’ rat-a-tat-tat,
Some day, they’ll go down together,
They’ll bury them side by side,
To a few, it’ll be grief,
To the law, a relief ,
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

(Bonnie Parker)

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