When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In dust and sun, the cowboys gather round,
With hats askew, laughters joyful sound.
A cook-off starts, with whimsys delight,
As pots clank and clatter, day turns to night.
Cactus stew and rattlesnake pie,
Chili so hot, itll make a man cry.
Each dish a jest, a sight to behold,
With flavors bizarre, both daring and bold.
The judges, weary from a long, hard ride,
Try every bite, their taste buds collide.
A laugh erupts as a horsefly flies in,
That adds a zing! calls out one with a grin.
As moonlight spills on this culinary scene,
The desert dances, alive and keen.
In laughter and chaos, friendships ignite,
Under stars theyll feast till morning’s first light.
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