The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the rodeo ring, with banners bright,
The queens take stage, all poised with delight.
With lasso tricks and laughter in tow,
They twirl and giggle, putting on a show.
In rhinestone boots, they strut with flair,
A wink and a smile, their charm fills the air.
With jokes that jingle like spurs on the vine,
Their playful banter flows, sweet like good wine.
As vignettes unfold, the crowd starts to cheer,
A juggling act, then a pie-throwing fear.
With each flung cream pie, laughter ignites,
In this grand pageant, joy takes its flights.
When dusk settles down, and stars twinkle bright,
The Rodeo Queens bask in the warm, soft light.
Their comic court shines, a spirited spree,
In the heart of the West, where all are set free.
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