Trusting the Steady Steed
A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.
In the saloon, where laughter rings,
With deck in hand, the poker king sings.
The whiskey flows, as jokers grin,
For every hand, a tale begins.
A cowboys wit like lightning strikes,
As cowpokes laugh at the wild delights.
Your bluffs as clear as the desert sun,
Each quip a dart, a jovial run.
With faces painted in humorous glee,
They raise their stakes with wild esprit.
A cowpoke trips, his hat takes flight,
And all explode in raucous delight.
As the moon peeks down on the comedy scene,
Fortunes may change, yet joy’s evergreen.
In the heart of the West, where the wild winds blow,
Pokers a dance, where laughters the show.
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