High Noon Stumpy
There was an old cowboy named Stumpy
Who's laugh sounded just like a donkey
He smelled like a skunk
High noon he'd get drunk
And then with the ladies got frisky
Copyright © Anne E Sangster - K | Year Posted 2022
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