Two Texans In Hot Pursuit
They came in from the dusty trail
Looking for the one so frail,
They vie for her attention,
Hoping they will be the one.
But the problem I mention,
There could be, only one.
Face to face at dusk,
They know that they must.
There talents they must trust.
For she will not have just anyone,
He has to be the right one.
Ravishing that she is,
Dazzling to say the least,
For when you see her,
Heart rates increased.
Her charm seducing,
Lips waiting to be kissed,
Sublime and alluring,
She could never be missed.
These two Texans in hot pursuit,
Now wondering which one could outshoot.
But maybe, just maybe this test,
Would soon be put to rest.
For now there is a third,
Who’s words are not slurred,
He knows he is the best,
So no use for a test.
And now she knows,
Which one will reach the crest.
Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2007
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