The Battle of the Tongues: A spirited quickdraw tournament where verbal jousting and lightning-fast quips rival the shooting skills on display.

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In a dusty town where whispers fly,

The saloon doors swing, as the crowd draws nigh.

With quips like bullets, they brace for the show,

The Battle of the Tongues, where the bravest go.

They lined the bar, two rivals in glare,

With hats pulled low, and wild, tangled hair.

Each jest a flash, like a revolver™s spin,

Words danced like lightning, sharp as a sin.

The townsfolk roared with laughter and cheer,

As barbs flew swift, igniting the sphere.

A clever retort, like a shot in the dark,

Struck hearts with a sting, igniting the spark.

With every quibble, the tension did rise,

As the sun dipped low, painting blood-red skies.

For here in the West, where legends are spun,

The tongue™s as a weapon, and the laughter™s the gun.