Roaming the Untamed Frontier
Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.
In the dust and din beneath the sun,
Rodeo clowns, with antics spun.
With painted smiles and wobbly boots,
They dance and prance, in wild pursuits.
As the bull kicks up a storm of dust,
Quick as lightning, its a must,
Their quirky sidekicks in funny hats,
Make the crowd roar while dodging spats.
With a pie in hand and laughter loud,
They weave through danger, proud and cowed.
For every cowboy, there™s a buddy near,
Turning fear to joy, as the show draws near.
So when the night falls, stars adrift,
And cowboys share a hearty gift,
Raise a toast to laughter, wild and free,
For the clowns who guard our rodeo spree.
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