Cowboy poetry can't help being humorous

There's something about the lifestyle that cuts close to the funny bone. Cowboy poetry is also a bit like riding a Harley: If you don't KNOW, there's no way to explain it to you. Our very first PC (Published Contributor) clearly DOES know.



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I met me a cowboy with spurs on his boots
Who swept me right off of my feet
Our honeymoon covers the pro rodeos
Where he clings to the bulls by his seat

It doesn't go well, not all of the time
The money was gone in a flash
Until I got mad at the life that we had
And told him to find us some cash

Oh, never you fret, he said with a grin
Then told me about a great bull
He'd drawn Rocket Launcher who'd power a spin
That would make our poor bank account full

I watched from the bleachers the bull that he'd drawn
While my husband of only three weeks
Had them pull the bull rope so tight on his hand
I swear that I heard the thing squeak

They opened the gate, the party was on
My baby had told me the truth
Ol' Rocket spun till my cowboy was gone
Just flying right over the roof

Now I'll never doubt my cowboy again
When he tells me we're going to get rich
No, he didn't last eight seconds at all
But came down on his head in a ditch

Lucky me had the camera plumb ready to rock
And sold the entire video
To TV's Extreme Bad Rodeo Wrecks
So now we're just rolling in dough!

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Cool bit of cowboy poetry! Good work, Vicky. I get a headache just THINKING about that next-to-last verse.

Fred

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Sincerely,

Vicky Lacey

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