Best Stetson Poems

Now Jake was a Dapper man
Black Stetson and great style
Ladies were afraid of him
Even with that sparkling smile

They all feared his presence
Although he looked so...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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A well-appointed cowpoke, of whom there are still a few,
Wanted to be properly clad for his first job interview.
So, to impress his potential and somewhat...

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A black Stetson waits in your chair
Dust now follows sunbeams in the air

Life's lessons remain in this place
Death's reach can't erase your face

Smoke rings and...

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He pulled up to the Triple "T" Ranch in a shiny Cadillac.
In his trailer was an Arabian steed with the finest tack.
He wore Tony Lama...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.
 
The inside is decorated...

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" ONE MORE TIME "

Stale and innocent I close my eyes.
Unpolished bones inside.
I mock my dreams, in hope I find reality.
I swim like streamers near...

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"Howdy to you all from Colorado!  This is Cletus Schlunk reporting,
Where gossip is fair and balanced and there is little or no distorting!
It's the...

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"The Green Bruise of Daylight" 

A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises

one sees red 
alarm lights siren
purple bruises 
detach into...

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Not for The Howdy Partner Contest




How many times, have you found,

yourself, walking down the street

Stetson on your head

and cowhide on your feet

Trying to rustle up

a...

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This poem is not mine. Credit goes to R. McSpadden, aka Texas Bob, wrote this version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (TexasBob.com)

Merry Christmas y’all...

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'Twas an ominous moment when rode into town
To its marshal defy and outdraw and gun down
A notorious, murderous varmint named Slade 
Who had widows and...

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The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon.
A breakdown in...

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On a Sunday in the evening
The old barn becomes a hall
Social place where every weekend
The town folk go for a ball.

The inside is decorated ...

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It seemed to Hank it was jes' a couple of hours ago since he'd hit the hay.
Now the risin' sun jes' peekin' over the hills...

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