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Monday, September 28, 2009

Why Cowboys?

Cowboys did you know your hats are dusty, why does your pick-up smell so musty?

You spit that tobacco all over the floor, why don't you just step on out the door?

Your boots are worn and cracked in places, why are there lines upon your faces?

You track in dung and mud galore, talk about cows until you're a bore.

Why are your legs bowed and lank, do you really have any money in the bank?

Your spurs jangle, make too much noise, why don't you act like men instead of boys?

Why do you exaggerate about the size of your herd, when you could be honest with your word.

How did you get that ranch you own, do you tell how much you owe on the loan?

Your buckle is large and name belt proud, tone down your voice and don't speak so loud.

A round imprint in the back of your jeans, you need new clothes or so it seems.

If cows go to heaven you'll be alright, if God wears boots won't that be a sight?

Just give me the answers and I'll know why, cowboys will be cowboys until they die.

Pauline Lieck P.S. I really do like cowboys, this is just in fun.


Donna said...

Ladies love outlaws
Like babies love stray dogs.
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold,
Outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their souls.

Waylon Jennings said it best.

madcobug said...

That was very good Paula! Helen

Jon said...

If I can wear my boots in heaven
Everything will be swell,
But if God tells me to take them off -
I'd rather be in hell!

Your cowboy poem is really great
And I wanted you to know it.
You have a witty way with words -
Pauline, the cowgirl poet!

(Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Don't shoot me....)

BlueRidge Boomer said...

Good One, Pauline!!


Missie said...

Have a good day!

garnett109 said...

Hows the cows?

Lucy said...

Liked your poem very much. My alcoholic neighbor spits tobacco juice everywhere, but I will take one of your cowboys any day!!! To funny.

Sheila said...

Loved it, great poem. Sheila

Shirl 72 said...

Love the poem. You are good turtle keeper.


Barbara said...

My heros have always been cowboys, and still are it seems.

Another great one, Paula!