Saying I Milk'Em...
Wasn't"t till the stool broke...
That my day of being a cowboy ended...
Still what can one do...
No horse in sight...trucks broke...
Now down to a bucket...
Pretty sad sight a stool tot ten cowboy...
I know it has another name...
But try to get a date in this day and age....
Saying "I Milk'em"...
So far the friends I have keep this secret...but...
After awhile some of us..."You know..."
Brought the girls home...
"Nice touch...",borrowed the truck...
Look's like you have it all....
" A real cattle man..."
Then the truth is heard...
Not a bull is sight...
Not all the city girls know...
"Mine did..."now I sit and ponder...
Should I ever go back...
After being called Jursey...to Daisy's little helper...
My cowboy seems to have died...
"Saying I Milk'em..."
Copyright © Kari Koivu | Year Posted 2006
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