The Sheriff Of Poetry

Here comes the sheriff of poetry

He said I ended my poem improperly

He's got a bandolier and he's out for me

Because I shot at him and ran off in a hurry

Here comes the sheriff of poetry

He gave me a ticket for not rhyming

He's got a bandolier and he's out for me

But he can't catch me so I ain't worried

Here comes the sheriff of poetry

His badge gleaming in the sun, so sparkly

And the gun in his holster is out for me

So I've gotta lay low if I wanna be free

But instead I said, "Hey Sheriff! What'cha doin with that gun?"

"Are you emptying its chambers or havin' a bit of fun?"

"Would you mind if I joined you under this blazing sun?"

But he turned around and gave a frown so now I'm on run

Addendum: 

If you see the sheriff would you let me know?

Do you think if he caught me he'd let me go?

If you see the sheriff would you tell his wife

I've got a bigger gun and a sharper knife?