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Cowboy Poetry
DID HE OR DIDN'T HE ?????
Robert Atkin
It was story time at the old “Bar M”
“Windy Bob “ was a holdin' court
He sure was good at turnin' a phrase
But he was an irascible sort
He told the most unbelievable tales
Of course he swore all were “true”
Pity the lout; that paid him doubt
His cussin' made the air turn blue
He said:
“I seem to remember 'twas late in December
In the winter of nineteen and twenty-five
Six feet of snow; forty below
“Twas a struggle just to survive
The cupboard was bare, no food anywhere
Hmmmm; that mouse was lookin' real fat
Couldn't resist; I shot and I missed
Then I spied the old yellow cat
Well kitty he glared as I sat 'n' stared
Then he hightailed it to safety somewhere
My stomach was growlin', old hound dog was howlin'
Aha; maybe he'd be my “Bill of Fare”
I said “Come here boy”, he jumped for joy
Then stopped!!!!! Somethin' gave me away
Darn; even more he ran out the door
Haven't seen him 'til this very day
My future looked bleak 'n' after a week
I had to have somethin' to chew
No cattle or hogs, mice, cats or dogs
I just had to pull myself through.”
Well; we sat and waited and anticipated
Just how this story would end
Was it thrilling or was it chilling?
On your “mindset” that will depend
Yes; he's alive and obviously did survive
We pondered this question in kind
What kind of behavior or what was his savior?
All sorts came to our mind
That was his story; not ended in glory
Nor did we really understand
Not a tale of doom, but as he left the room
One noted: there were no fingers on his left hand !!!!
Did he or didn't he ????????
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