A comical showdown between a quick-drawing cowpoke and a sneaky lizard with lightning-fast reflexes

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

In dusty town where mischief brews,

A cowpoke named Slim, with a grin, he’d choose.

His six-shooter gleamed, a sight to behold,

Ready to face a challenger bold.

But there, in the sun, with a flick and a slide,

A lizard named Lou was a humorous guide.

With scales that shimmered, and eyes full of zest,

He’d dart left and right, outsmarting the rest.

The townsfolk all gathered, with hats tipped in cheer,

As Slim took his stance, with no hint of fear.

But Lou wiggled low, with a wink in his eye,

His laughter echoed, like a mocking goodbye.

With fingers poised tight and a twitch of the wrist,

Slim drew like the wind, but Lou was too brisk.

In a flash, he was gone, leaving dust in the air,

A showdown so comical, none could compare!