Weaving and Careening

There they stood,
Two men, no good
One Weaver, one Careen.
And back-and-forth they went
Until the place became a scene.

An old saloon beneath the moon,
One runs the bill one pays it.
They built the bar themselves
And called it hell before they raised it.

The poor old shack
served cognac, whiskey, and canned beans.
They say that beer just makes you fat,
...but whiskey makes you lean.

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