The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In desert sands where tumbleweeds sway,
Cowboys gather for a grand display.
With boots made of glitter and hats made of cheese,
They strut like peacocks, aiming to please.
Bright sequins flash like stars in the night,
As denim-clad cowpokes take off in flight.
Their lassos are garlands, their spurs made of gold,
In this fanciful realm, creations unfold.
A rooster in spurs leads the wildest of parades,
While cactus corsets leave the onlookers amazed.
Laughter erupts like echoes on hills,
As stories of style give way to thrills.
With each twirl and spin, the silence is shattered,
In the glow of the sunset, all worries are tattered.
So raise up your glass to these daring inventors,
For in the heart of the West, laughters the center.
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