Longhorns and Pearly Gates
I'd been in Heaven quite awhile
Victim of a Spring flood
When Curly showed up at The Gates -
He's always been my bud
I said, ”Curly,why are you here?
You’re way too young to be!”
He said,”I really do not know,
There’s nothin’ wrong with me.”
"Well", says I, "what was you doin'
The last time you can think?"
Curly said," Yep, it's comin' back.
Just quicker than a wink."
“The boss bought some longhorn cows
To breed with his own stock.
We was movin’ them to pasture,
When one decides to balk.”
“He wouldn’t go through that last gate
No matter what I did.
I’d never worked longhorns before,
So off my hoss I slid.”
“That bull looked like he’s smart enough,
Thought that I could lead him.
That didn’t seem to work so well,
Maybe I could feed him.”
“Well, nothin’ worked and time went by,
He even starts to nod.
That was the last straw I could stand,
I used a cattle prod.”
“And that’s the last thing I recall
Of bein’ my old self.
An' here I am amongst the clouds–
Just sittin' on some shelf.”
I said,”Curly, that there's a tale
They'll tell about yor' roots!
Though it’s sooner than you had planned,
You died wearin' yor' boots .”
“Yor' better off up here for shor' –
I’ll take you to meet God.
He’s never seen a cowboy who’d
Hit a longhorn with a prod!”
August 31, 2016
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