The Last Cowboy

A nightmare after something I'd had, a cowboy film, the late-night news and Cervantes at bedtime. On a spavined jade the last of all the cowboys with lean shanks astride gaunt flanks rides down to Death Valley. The last of all the cowboys has soon put paid to enemy tanks along Stygian banks way down Death Valley. Ever onward they wade. to the cowboy's last tune, some joining the ranks, some jumping off planks Close-down, lockdown at the last rally in Death Valley. I hope all this was just a nightmare. Thinking otherwise I do not dare.