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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He drove up to the Triple "T" Ranch in his brand new Cadillac! In his air-conditioned trailer wuz his Arabian steed an' the finest tack! He'd dreamed uv bein' a real workin' cowboy since he wuz a tad, So he fitted hisself out with the latest fashions there wuz to be had! On his Tony Lama alligator boots he wore a pair uv silver-plated spurs. Over his Calvin Klein jeans he wore deerskin chaps to stave off the burrs. He wore a hundred dollar Stetson hat an' fancy vest uv top-grade suede, An' slung low on his hip wuz a 44 in a leather holster uv the finest grade! His git-tar wuz slung on his back - across his shoulder wuz a coiled rope. The grizzled cowpokes chawin' their terbaccy saw in this feller little hope! They wuz loungin' 'round the corral railin' not believin' whut they saw! He strolled their way remindin' them uv rhinestone cowboys on Hee-Haw! First thing he said wuz, "When do we dine and I prefer silk sheets on my bed!" An ol' cowpoke in scruffy boots an' jeans asked, "Whut wuz 'at you said?" (The thoughts crossin' them cowpuncher's minds had best be left unsaid!) "Son, you'll sleep in the top bunk tonight an' beans an' bacon you'll be fed!" The ranch foreman trotted over to see whut the hullabaloo wuz all about. "You fellers let me handle this! Ya'all git back to work!" he said with a shout! He sized the lad up sayin', "Son, I ain't impressed with all them fancy lables! Begin yer career with this here manure fork!" an' he sent him to the stables! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved
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