The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the dusty arena, laughter reigns,
Where a rodeo clown dances, free from chains.
With painted face and antics bold,
He turns the heat of the bull ride cold.
The crowd erupts in a thunderous cheer,
As he jigs and stumbles, bringing good cheer.
His floppy shoes and bright, baggy pants,
Render the bravest a chuckle-filled stance.
When hooves thunder loud and skies turn gray,
He leaps in the fray, keeping danger at bay.
With a wink and a grin, he slyly distracts,
Turning wild rides into jocular acts.
As the sun sinks low and the dust starts to dance,
The clown bows deeply, his final expanse.
In the heart of the arena, where legends are spun,
Laughter and courage unite as one.
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