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Hank's Waterloo
Cowpoke Hank hired on fer a dollar a day and found. He wuz knowed as the best bronc-buster around! They wuz allus a roll-yer-own a-danglin' frum his lips, And he wore a pair of 44 shootin' arns on his hips. He wuz lean and lank and had spent nigh thirty years in the saddle. He wuz bow-legged as a pliers havin' spent all that time astraddle! Wearin' an old slouch hat, bandana and scruffy pointy-toed boots, He'd throwed a ton uv steers ridin' outta county rodeo chutes! "Thar stands the orn'riest critter alive!", the boss implied. "They ain't no mustang 'round I cain't tame!", Hank replied. Other cowpunchers ambled to the corral to enjoy the show, And with knowin' grins watched as Hank earned his dough! The bronc jes stood thar snortin' with fire in his eyes! Hank could see trouble brewin'! Boys, wuz he in fer a su'prise! Sech hossflesh he'd never rode! He'd never seen sech gyrations! His old bones had never experienced sech joltin' sensations! He wuz throwed, stomped and wedged agin' the fence. With his pals cheerin' him on, things wuz a-gittin' tense! He finally allowed, "Boys, I give up! He's done beat me good! I reckon I'd better find myself another livelihood!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) All Rights Reserved
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