The Cowboy’s Comedic Quest A Clumsy Cowboy’s Hilarious Treasure Hunt

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In dusty boots, our cowboy strayed,

With laughter wide and plans mislaid.

He sought a treasure ‘neath the sage,

But tripped on cactus, turned the page.

Through shimmers bright of golden noon,

He chased his dreams, a bumbling tune.

With shovel swung, he missed the spot,

And found a rattler in the plot.

The map, a riddle scribbled bold,

Led him through canyons steep and cold.

Each twist and turn, with slapstick grace,

He ventured forth, a comic face.

As sunset danced on painted skies,

He laughed and wiped the tears from eyes.

For every stumble, a story spun,

In clumsy quest, he sought for fun.