One Foot On the Porch

He kept one foot in the stirrup And one foot on her porch. Wasn’t sure what he was doin’ But he shor' had the torch. Didn’t know just what he wanted, Or just what he should say. If she’d just give a little hint, He knew he’d gladly stay. But she was quiet, so was he, Hoss was gettin’ jumpy. He had to move one of his feet, ‘Fore he got plumb grumpy. About that time a cat run by, Was follered by a dog. A bark and hiss, the hoss took off And drug him like a log. He bounced along about a block Before his boot came loose. He laid there in the dust awhile An’ wondered “What’s the use?” She strolled right up to where he lay, Said, “Cowboy, you’re a mess.” He gave a sheepish little grin Said, “That’s what I would guess!” She said “Just come along with me, Dad’s old clothes you’ll borrow. Just spend the night with me tonight, Get the horse tomorrow.” She said, “You’ve got to find a way To say what’s on your mind. A better way than bein’ dragged I’m sure you’re bound to find!” The next time that they kissed goodnight And he was homeward bound The hoss had noticed that his boss Had both feet on the ground! June 2, 2013 For Contest I Got Zero, Nothin, Nada-2 Judged N/A in Contest 101 in a Row -6; Judged 7/23/16