Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In the ring where dust and laughter meld,
Two jesters dance, their stories held.
With painted smiles and giddy grace,
They steal the show, with jest and chase.
The bulls prepare, wild hearts ablaze,
While clowns weave through the throaty haze.
A somersault, a sidelong glance,
They draw the crowd into the trance.
As friends unite, through thick and thin,
The sidekick™s grin, the spark within.
With pratfalls grand and antics bright,
They banish fear, ignite delight.
In every tumble, a bond defined,
In shadows cast, true joy they bind.
With laughter ringing through the night,
Together, they claim the cowboys plight.
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