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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Outline Divine
Bukaru
Look, I said, mister, I never even kis’t ‘er,
And I was lookin’ him right in the eye.
But he was cryin,’ and I was lyin,’
And I felt lower than a snake is high.
She’s a quite a looker, a real honey pusher,
and that would explain his pain.
He’s been here before, he can’t show her the door;
And it’s driving him north of insane.
So I sat him down n’ ordered a round and here’s what he had to say;
“Lord above it’s a lonesome love, there’s not much hope in tryin…”
He sucked in his breath, to speak is a test;
He’s tired;
And he’s been doin’ some cryin’.
We spoke a piece and we drank our drinks,
And then he went out thru’ the door.
I stayed a while playin’ pool with a pal;
When guess who should walk on the floor?
O’ lord, she looked well, and the way that she smelled;
Made me think of those times before.
Long story short, I should have left of course.
And here’s the reason why;
I wanted to catch and release,
but she’s got such pretty eyes,
That now I’m kind of sweet,
on that and more, besides.
Well, hell, she is a spirited gal:
But would I bring her home to mama?
She kind of grows on me;
But what about that poor farmer?
She dresses like a cowgirl,
And I gotta hunch she could bust a bronc;
Her face is like an angel;
And she really likes to stomp.
Soon I’ll be back on the line,
chasin’ cattle ‘n killin’ time;
cookin’ beans amongst the pines,
and thinkin’ of a girl with an outline divine.
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