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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
The Laptop Cowboy
Larry Bradfield
I got four hundred white face cows
A breed that I swear by
A herd of Mustangs to be rode
New laptop standin' by
I keep it in my saddlebag
Or on the pickup seat
I'm learnin' how to run my ranch
With schedules on spread sheet
There's more to ranchin' than it seems
I've read about it all
The laptop's 'spose to sort it out
I'll soon be standin' tall
But just right now my hands are full
My windmill's pumpin' air
A newborn calf's stuck in the mud
There ain't no help nowhere
The main house gate's come off its hinge
A coyote's lurkin' near
He's after chickens that's for shore
He'll get 'em too, I fear
My water tank up north's run dry
I'll have to move the herd
Soon as I fix that busted fence
The whole dang thing's absurd
The hay's run short in this dry year
Them cows are lookin' lean
Our feed store bill is gettin' high
The owner's lookin' mean
The weather channel says "Good Luck!"
"You ain't seen nothin' yet.
It's hot and dry from here on in
Don't do no good to fret "
My foreman's on a binge somewhere
There ain't no way to tell
Next week I'll turn that laptop on
And then I'll give 'em hell !
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