Forget I Knocked

He came knock knockin' on heaven's door, Hat in his hand and boots on the floor. St. Pete said,"Son, what you doin' here? You ain't scheduled for many a year." The cowboy said,"Well, I thought that, too - But longhorns don't think like me and you." He told a tale of untimely death - He had cussed longhorns with his last breath. He told of a bull that he had roped That just hadn't stopped as he had hoped. He had just whirled and charged at his horse, "Wellsir, I went to runnin', of course. But he was somewhat faster than me. He knocked me down with those horns, you see, Then jumped on me until he got tired - And somewhere in there I just expired." St. Pete said,"Son, I do feel for you - But longhorn cows are God's creatures, too." Then the cowboy just sat down a spell - Said," Forget I knocked, I'm headin' for Hell." 8/17/17