Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In the shimmering heat, where cacti stand,
The Prickly Pear jesters, with puns on hand.
They chuckle and jive, in shadows they sway,
Spinning tales of life in a thorny ballet.
With sun-baked skins, their laughter rings bright,
Why did the cactus refuse to fight?
It couldnt find a prickly ally, they cheer,
Their camaraderie flows like whiskey and beer.
When night cloaks the land, their jokes take flight,
As fireflies dance in the cool, velvet night.
Whats a cactuss favorite book? they proclaim,
The one with a spine and a wild, prickly name!
At dawn, as the gold spills oer the terrain,
The desert hums with mischief again.
Among ancient sentinels, bright blooms appear,
With each playful pun, the heart grows near.
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