The Tenderfoot

[Dorado]

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.

[Dorado]

Noone replied I guess nobody read it. That or it was too long. I'll skip the poems next time.

[Marlin Buckhorn,SASS 51727]

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

[Coffee]

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