Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In the dusty ring where cowboys dare,
The rodeo queen twirls with a radiant flare.
But lo, that crown atop her head,
Whispers of mischief, where laughters bred.
With a flick of her wrist, the hat flies high,
A coyote caught it, and dashed with a cry.
The crowd erupted, their roars filled the night,
As cowpokes chuckled, what a comical sight!
Next, the crown conjured a steer with a grin,
Dancing through barrels, a whirlwind of spin.
The queen laughed aloud, as her friends clutched tight,
Caught in the chaos, they soared to new heights.
With twinkling stars and a heart full of glee,
The crown weaves wonders, as wild as can be.
In this realm of cowpoke and joyous parade,
Tales of the queens crown–what mischief it made!
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