Clyde was your new boyfriend and you both were sitting on the back porch of your bungalow house. He was lying there with his head on your lap as you read him a poem that you wrote as you sat up and read it to him. When he was listening to it, he sat up and said with a frown,

Clyde: What're you writin' that for? That's a lousy thing to write!

You were mad with him when he said that. All it was was "Billy rode on a pinto horse- Billy the Kid I mean, and he met Clyde Barrow riding in a little grey machine. Billy drew his bridle rein and Barrow stopped his car and the dead man talked to the living man, under the morning star. Billy said to the Barrow boy, is this the way you ride? In a car that does it’s ninety per machine guns at each side? I only had my pinto horse and my six-gun tried and true. I could shoot but they got me and someday, they will get you." And he got ticked off because it was about him getting shot like Billy the Kid.