Taming the Wild Frontier
It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.
In dusty boots on the range he roams,
With hat askew and laughter in his tones.
Aiming for the can, he misses quite wide,
Yet somehow hits the judge, and folks cannot hide.
The sun beats down on the wild prairie land,
As he fumbles his six-shooter, fumbling the stand.
With every wild miss, the crowd gasps and hoots,
Each bumble and blunder, they cheer from their roots.
But then comes a shot that defies all the odds,
His aim finds the mark, drawing laughter like gods.
A tumble, a slip, then a startle from fate,
That bumbling sharpshooter turns skill into great.
So raise up your glass to the cowboy’s parade,
For humor and heart in the sunlight displayed.
With every misfire, hopes danced in the air,
The spirit of laughter, our cowboy laid bare.
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