The Chuckwagon Comedy Club: A lively poem that transforms the chuckwagon into a comedy club, where cowboys take turns sharing their hilarious culinary adventures and entertaining the crowd with laughter. From the front row to the back, everyone leaves with a full belly and a smile on their face.

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

By the glow of the embers, the chuckwagon™s bright,

Cowboys gather round for a laugh-filled night.

With pots and pans clanging, the stories flow free,

As laughter dances ˜neath a starlit marquee.

Old Jake stands and chuckles, with beans on his chin,

Last time I cooked, I lost track of the din.

The squirrel I once caught, it sure turned out tough,

But I served it with pride, saying, Aint this enough?

From Cimarron™s plains to the Rio™s swift bend,

The cowhands relay tales, each punchline a friend.

With every œya-hoo! from the back of the crowd,

It™s a night of good humor, where joy™s well-endowed.

So if you find rustlers who snicker and tease,

Don™t fret--there™s a chuckwagon, where spirits are ease.

With bellies that™re full and hearts full of cheer,

The best of the West gathers round, year by year.