NEVER KISS A COWBOY
by Donna Penley
A cowboy came a ‘ridin’ in one hot an’ dusty day;
He was a tall, dark stranger. Didn’t have much to say.
Th’ Sheriff was a'[sittin' there in front of th' saloon;
He put his chair down on all fours -- spit his wad in th' spittoon.
Then th' cowboy rode up, tied t' th' rail in front of him;
“Howdy stranger”, said th’ lawman. “How ya doin’? Come on in.”
Th’ cowpoke didn’t answer, but turned to th’ rear of his horse;
Th' lawman looked on, puzzled, as he took this backward course.
Then th’ cowboy lifted his horses’ tail - planted a big ol’ kiss!
Which caused th’ horse t’ pucker as th’ cowpoke smacked his lips.
The Sheriff said, “Hey, mister. Did I see what I just saw?”
Th’ cowpoke answered with a smile - didn’t want t’ rile th’ law.
“I got some real chapped lips here, Sheriff, an’ this’ll help ‘em out”;
Th’ lawman looked real dubious - of this he had a doubt!
He said, “I never heard of such a cure. Does it really fix ‘em?”
The cowpoke answered with a grin -
"NOPE, BUT I SURE DON'T LICK 'EM!"
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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