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About This Poem
Eddie Claimed to Be a Cowboy - with video link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T-KFwPNkS6U
Eddie was a braggart,
At least we thought as much.
His lower lip was loaded,
A three finger dip of snuff…
My mind said, “I think not.”
And he claimed to be a rider,
Bragging of his chaps.
Black leather with blue fringes,
Sportin’ bunnies on the sides.
Said he’d show us all someday…
My mind said, “I think not.”
He was bow-legged as he stood,
Like he’d been upon a bronc.
But when the braggart claimed
He could chug a quart o’ beer…
My mind said, “I think not.”
The day came that we saw his prize,
The heralded leather chaps.
He treated them like china
In that tissue paper wrap.
Did that mean he could ride?
My mind said, “I think not.”
Eddie had no money,
So we anteed up his mount.
And when they called his number,
He strapped on spurs and chaps.
Then, loaded up another
Three finger dip of snuff.
Is this how cowboys do it?
My mind said, “I think not.”
He climbed the fence and lowered himself
Aboard a mad black mare,
Screwed his left hand in the riggin’
Threw his right hand in the air,
And said but one word softly,
“Outside!"
I’m glad that I was there.
That mare pitched to and fro.
He spurred her when she grounded,
Then with all four in the air.
And when the buzzer sounded,
He threw his right boot over
Landing both boots on the ground.
Is this how cowboys do it?
The other boys had not!
He folded up his chaps
Before he took a step,
And walking to the announcer’s stand
“Where’s my cash?” He quipped.
That night in celebration,
Eddie chugged a quart o’ beer
With three finger dip in place!
I'm proud that I was there.
If that’s how cowboys do it,
Then I’ve met one,
Face to face!
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