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
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