The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In twilights glow, the cattle prance,
With hoofed performers, they take their stance.
Beneath the stars, their quirks unfold,
A comedy club in the nights cool hold.
With stubborn pride, they steal the show,
From bucking broncs to a cheeky moo-sical flow.
Their antics spark laughter, a wild delight,
As cowboys and critters share the night.
A cow jumps high, then rolls in the dirt,
While others plot mischief, a playful concert.
With twinkling eyes and mischief in mind,
These contrary beasts leave no punchline behind.
So gather round, folks, with hearts set free,
For in this club, you’ll find lively glee.
As legends of laughter ride into the dusk,
The cattle hold court, with antics they trust.
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