Yippee-I-O-Ki-Ay

Ben raised up a dern disappointment, Daddy, well, he wanted a boy. Wasn’t nothing under the bleeding red sun Ma could do but keep on a tryin’ Ya’siree, she was one branded filly and dern iffin that filly didn’t birth a maverick. Daddy, well he had him some hard times a com’n and he didn’t ev’n try to hide his fallen face when Sis was born. that un, well, she was maverick number two! Daddy was the devil may care sort and him and his seed strayed far afield, sowing his wild oats, praying for an heir, he himself was one ‘slick hairy dick’ so to speak [that’s cowboy lingo for a maverick himself] and you know what they say, “The cow plop don’t fall far from its ****” He kept on pokin’ Ma ‘till he got that boy, all nine caterwauling pounds! Dynasty founded, one hell of a shindig was thrown, as luck would have it, Dad strayed, but not before he taught his gal’s not to take guff from any man! Out on the range, Dad rounded up a couple more Betty’s “Yehaw, did that brand sizzle” got his self a couple more bucko’s for the dynasty and another sweet filly, all of them mavericks to the core. Funny thing is old Dad’s gal’s got more balls then most men. So, I guess in the end [wink] he taught us well! *This is a Cowboy Poem, it is a maverick to it's form because Cowboy poetry is rhymed, metered verse written by someone who has lived a significant portion of his or her life in Western North American cattle culture. The verse reflects an intimate knowledge of that way of life, and the community. [Never lived in the West, don't like anything that looks at me with one eye! "...names have been changed to protect the innocent." P.S. I'm the maverick!