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A Western
by Charles E MinshallThat's ol' Slim he's got b.o.
And he's got bad breath,
Heck! He ain't had a bath
Since Kansas west.
He smells like his horse
And his saddle too,
Ma'am I sure hope
He don't offend you.
He does have boots and socks
There on his feet,
But they're caked with mud
From crossing the street.
What's that you say?
His pants are torn!
It is kinda bare back there
Like when he was born.
Oh! that brand you see
There on his right cheek,
He got that down,
At Dawson's creek.
He sat on a branding iron,
He'd had too much beer,
If there's an iron around now
He's got an awesome fear.
It's been nice talkin' Ma'am
But we gotta mosey on,
We gotta ride on out
Along about dawn.
© Charles E. Minshall 2004
12/19/2004 Posted on 12/19/2004
Copyright © 2024 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/19/04 at 08:22 PM I knew if I read one of your poems I'd feel better. Charlie, this is great. I love it. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 12/20/04 at 10:43 PM I love your play on words, seems you have quite a repuation for such pieces...wittly little read, even for those of us who don't especially like westerns...nice surprise, take care, julie |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 12/22/04 at 03:57 AM I KNEW you were a cowboy at heart! |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 12/22/04 at 05:13 PM Hehe funny little western. |
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