IF THEY DON’T GET PERTIER AS TH’ NIGHT WEARS ON
By Donna Penley
She sat on a stool at th’ end of th’ bar, where she’d sat many times before;
Never mind there was some kinda overhang, an’ her makeup had been a chore.
When she’d sauntered in th’ door that night, she’d passed a cowboy comin’ in;
Looked like he’d been on th’ range a spell – three day whiskers on his chin.
For th’ best part of th’ evenin’ now he’d drank beer, chased it with gin;
An’ looked over at her a couple o’ times – gave her a cowboy grin.
Now she began to turn on th’ charm, showed her dimples deep an’ large;
Gave him her best ‘come on’ glance – a look that was supercharged.
Th’ cowpoke got up – he’d took th’ bait. Walked up an’ tipped his hat;
“Mind if I sit down here with ya, ma’am?” She thought it was simple as that.
But, it was a shock when he sat down. Up close, she warnt no beauty!
He hoped that as th’ night wore on, she’d turn into a cutie.
But, that never happened, to his chagrin, though she wanted him to stay;He mumbled to her as he got up, “Tomorrow’s another work day”.
There’s a point this story gets to, arrived at in roundabout course–
If the ugly ones don’t get pertier as the night wears on –
IT’S TIME TO GO HOME TO YER HORSE!!!
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Donna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer.
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