Roaming the Untamed Frontier
Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.
In the heart of town, the saloon doors swing,
Where laughter bursts forth as the cowpunchers sing.
With boots on the stage, they tell tales so grand,
Impressions of legends, a humorous band.
Under the glow of the hanging lights,
They wrangle up chuckles with tireless might.
With a wink and a grin, they take up the reins,
As cowboys turn jesters and dance through their pains.
The tales of the trail, both rough and absurd,
Transform into punchlines, each line finely blurred.
From roping a steer to the woes of a steed,
Their comedy lasso catches all minds with speed.
So raise up your glass to this daring new crop,
Where cowboys find laughter, their true bread and hop.
From sagebrush to stages, the wild west now beams,
As cowhands become jesters, fulfilling their dreams.
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