Pistol pointed to his neck,

the lad recieved one small peck

The game over, done, and dropped

The lass cries, "My love, please stop!"

"My fair lady, don't you fret,

for this was just a little bet."

He bowed low and tippid his hat,

Grinning like a chesshire cat.

The clock was up, no time to bide

"I'll see you on the other side."