You guys, this weekend is the 27th annual Texas Cowboy Poetry Gathering!
Naturally, I had to get in on this action.
Hat, Spur, Cactus,
Star, Shoe, Cactus
My boot is too long in the toe
If you ever see a shoot-out one day
Though terribly brave
It's best not to wave
Something I learned the hard way.
Let go, Rodeo.
With your ghostly black-eyed heads floating down
With your taffy-bodied squashed creepy clown
Let go, rodeo.
Texas is a state full of dairies
And Texans sure love Ben & Jerry's
But you know what else sells?
Edible shot gun shells
Especially when mixed with strawberries.
[UPDATE: I'm sorry, guys. I just couldn't find a way to make "Blue Bell" rhyme with "strawberries." ;)]
The best kind of horse
Is the one freely given
That wasn't half off
As a cowboy I was born in the saddle
And walking was the real battle
I prefer riding, of course
But there's something wrong with my horse...
So I guess I'll just have to waddle.
Thanks to Amy, Brittany C., Nick G., Rebecca S., Anony M., Kaitlin K., Jennifer F., Kara H., & Gina T. for not giving me a hard time about rhyming "waddle" with "saddle." UNLIKE SOME HUSBANDS.