Pecos Bill

Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn. His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn. A tornado, in a fit, Came for a whirlwind visit. “Paint, meet Curley. His back I will adorn.” Bill grabbed his rope and threw a loop with hope And saddled the whirlwind so Paint could lope, Leisurely grazing along While Bill sang a peaceful song Though the twister used top spin, Bill could cope. Whirly raced north swift as antelope might. Picking up barns, tossing them left and right, Heaving a freight train five miles. Bill hung on with joyful smiles, “Almost beats chasing roadrunners at night.” Bill rode that twister into a broke nag, That lay city curbside limp as a rag, A sadder, but wiser storm. Where his horse Paint, true to form, Whinnied by the nag, wanting to play tag. A jolly sheriff saw Bill ride in view, He chose at least three tickets to issue: Parking in a tow away; No emissions valve that day; Driving a twister with no license too. Tale Tales 1 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Jeff Kyser Date Written: 3/14/2022 Used Poetry Soup Syllable Counter