A cowpoke who becomes entangled in a cactus while trying to show off his fancy roping skills

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

In the heart of the range, where the wild winds laugh,

A cowboy rode proud, with a rope as his craft.

With a flick of his wrist, he aimed to impress,

But tangled in cactus, he found less success.

He showed off his skills, with a whoop and a cheer,

As he twirled that lasso, it flew like a spear.

Yet beneath the blue sky, his bravado did fade,

For the prickly bit cactus was keen to invade.

With spines in his fingers, and pride in the dust,

He learned that not all in the West is robust.

A tumbleweed chuckled, as he wrangled the pain,

A lesson in roping, hed have to regain.

So next time he rides, under vast, open skies,

He’ll remember the caution that fortune implies.

For in cowboy life, with its trials so stark,

Bravado can falter, but courage leaves a mark.