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Hoe-Down

by Anne Di Baguette



Cowboy! Hick! Proletariat!


Comin’ after me


With your lariat?


You got a chip on your shoulder


‘Bout as big as a boulder,


But you ain’t said nothin’


That would dare me yet!


 


Whoa down! Slow down!


Shield those spurs!


Rein that bronco in, son.


Your job, it’s been done!


Hit the shower, pal


(Better make it a cold one).


 


Time to buckle it down


Mister Rodeo Clown.


The crowd’s left the stands


And it’s headed for town!


Why don’t you pen up the Bull?


(Dust them boots off there too…)


‘Cause the hoe-down’s a startin’


And they’re waitin’ on you!

01/25/2003

Posted on 11/30/2017
Copyright © 2022 Anne Di Baguette

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