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Cowboy Poetry
Pasture Paramour
Robert Atkin
Now common sense and a barb wire fence
Will help keep the livestock at home
Fer what it's worth ain't nothin' on earth
Can hold 'em when they're yearnin' to roam
Everyday; give 'em water and hay
And a block of salt to lick
But when love comes callin', 'n' heifers start bawlin'
Nothin' at all will do the trick
Our old bull Rusty was a tad bit crusty
'Specially when springtime came around
He'd beller 'n' snort 'cuz he wanted to court
Every female that could possibly be found
He'd navigate the Texas Gate
Corrals; were seemingly child's play
Electricity didn't bother this wannabe father
He'd bust through 'n' be on his way
So; we built fences higher put more volts in the wire
He knocked down every contrivance we built
He'd kick 'n' he'd buck 'n' it was just sheer luck
No cowboy ever got kilt
A few old geezers suggested berdeezers
This would calm him down a might
But you'd have yer hands full 'cuz' a two thousand pound bull
Could put up one helluva fight
One day he wasn't there; disappeared in thin air
Everybody was happy of course
With shouts of jubilation gave cause for celebration
Not tear was shed in remorse
The ranchers and friends toasted his end
'Twas a day remembered with cheer
No on did know where Rusty did go
And; Will you have another Hamburger; my dear ?
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