Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
In the heart of the desert, where the sun sets low,
The cowboys gather, with laughter to sow.
Underneath a canvas of twinkling stars,
They trade jests and tales, like old iron bars.
With a wink and a grin, a tall tale begins,
Of cacti that dance and tumbleweed spins.
“Did you hear about Joe, who lost to a breeze?
That rascal could tumble while tripping on knees!”
The echoes of chuckles through canyons do roam,
As humor rises high, like a hawk on the comb.
Each punchline delivered, like a shot from the gun,
In the deserts big theater, where all hearts are one.
So raise up your glass, let the laughter resound,
In this open-air club where the best jokes abound.
For in laughters embrace, all the hardships will fade,
In the wide, endless desert, true joy is displayed.
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