Cowboy poets
*spit*...yer dern tootin'!... the the old wrangler sighed,
"Ah wants me bar"....so he walked inside.
"A bear?" The bartender decried.
So the cowboy smiling, with his toothless grin...
"Nevermahnd"...he winks..."I'll have me a gin"
The bartender asked if he had a favorite in mind.
The old man rested his gaze on a brand....and asks if it could be paid in kind.
"Tells ya what" says the weathered soul of
Due to budget cuts this poem can not be finished.