The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In a dusty barn where lanterns sway,
The horses gather, ready to play.
With hay bales stacked, their stage is set,
A comedy club none will forget.
Old Buck leads off with a snappy joke,
About a cowpoke who loved to smoke.
Why do riders hate rainy days?
He brays, while his friends laugh in a haze.
Sassy Belle prances, her mane all afluff,
She spins a tale of sidestepping tough.
Why did my rider flee from the sight,
Of a dainty frog in the pale moonlight?
As the stars wink down, laughter fills the air,
These hoofed comedians banter without care.
In the heart of the West, where spirits run free,
The bond of cowboy and horse is pure glee.
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