Larry Bradfield Poet Cowboy Poetry

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

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