Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In dusty arenas neath the blazing sun,
Where laughter spills, and cowpoke dreams run,
They hogtie their foes with ropes pulled tight,
And wrestle with noodles, oh what a sight.
The crowd erupts in a raucous cheer,
As cowboys stumble, filled with good cheer.
With pool noodles swinging like sabers bright,
Dancing in chaos, they put up a fight.
The prairie wind carries tales of the bold,
Of antics and laughs worth more than gold.
Each wacky feat, a legacy spun,
In the hearts of the crowd, theyve already won.
So gather round partners, take heed of the show,
For in these wild games, true friendship will grow.
With hogtie and noodle, we find our own way,
In ridiculous glory, we laugh and we play.
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