Dorado Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 Ok, so I haven't seen on of Utah Bob's poems on here for awhile so I thought I'd give it a try. Took a while to find some of the old time names and style but I think I got it. The Tenderfoot I thought on spring just for fun I'd see how cow-punching was done So before the roundup was begun I tackled a cattle king. Said he "my boss is down in town He's at the palace, his name is Brown; I think to the ranch he'll take you down." "That's what I want," says I. We started to the ranch next day Brown augered me most all the way Told me cow-punching was just child's play It was no work at all. For all you have to do is ride Its only drifting with the tide Oh how that old cow-puncher lied He surely had his gall. He saddled me up and old gray hack With three set-fasts upon his back Then padded him up with gunny sacks And used my bedding all. Put me in charge of the Caballada And told me not to work too hard For all I had to do was ride And keep the horses near. I had one hundred and sixty head Sometimes I wished that I were dead Brown's head would often get bright red If any got away. Straight to the bushes they would take As if they were running for a stake I've often wished their necks they'd break But they would never fall. Sometimes I couldn't head them all At other times my horse would fall and I'd roll on like a cannon ball Till earth got in my way. When I got on he gave a bound Sprung in the air and turned around Just then my head hit on the ground It was an awful fall. He picked me up and carried me in He bathed my head and commenced to grin Says that's the way they all begin You're doing very well. Tomorrow morning if you don't croak I'll give you another horse that's broke You'll not need a saddle or even a rope "No, I'll quit right here," Says I. I've traveled up and I've traveled down, I've traveled this country round and round, I've lived in city and I've lived it town, But I've got this much to say: Before you try cow-punching, kiss your wife, Take a heavy insurance on your life, Then cut your throat with a barlow knife, For it's easier done that way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dorado Posted February 10, 2011 Author Share Posted February 10, 2011 Noone replied I guess nobody read it. That or it was too long. I'll skip the poems next time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marlin Buckhorn,SASS 51727 Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 Dorado You have to remember many poets never became well known until after they died. Maybe folks were just stunned by your poetry and didn't know how to respond. Marlin (Who likes cowboy poetry) Buckhorn Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee Posted February 11, 2011 Share Posted February 11, 2011 Noone replied I guess nobody read it. That or it was too long. I'll skip the poems next time. Well Pard I liked it You write M I'll read M Coffee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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