Pocomoto was a cowboy who inspired dreams galore
With adventures and heroics that lit up my days of yore.
He survived the cruel killing of a ravaged wagon train
Was adopted by ‘old-timers’; lived in camps across the plain.
He rode fast across the prairie pushing forward on his steed;
Bronco Buster, Buff’lo Hunter, helped the Rangers when in need.
Pocomoto the Li’l Fella went in search of desert gold
Single-handed fought the bandits, constant evil, heat and cold.
Independence, resolution were the traits that showed his best,
Self-reliant, conquered hardships in the wild and famous West.
There are plenty years behind me but I often tend to find
Pocomoto’s recollection in the corners of my mind.
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6th May 2014
Contest: Howdy Pard
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placing: 2nd
Gotta have another cigarette.
Oh I worked in a cigarette factory
Foreman was a bit of a dillbury
Me old mate “a man of the cloth”
He’d persecute endlessly
Joe would load up his van
The foreman would make him reload
Joe didn’t worry cos he was a man
The foreman he was a cane toad
Foreman was trying to teach me to sweep
Would you think there was something to learn?
This is how the moron earned his keep?
But the thoughts of vengeance burned!
I’d been away for a week helping my dad with the muster
The cattle were all in the yard, I returned to work, yes a Bronco buster.
You’re sacked he said you’ll work one more week
I said you will work it for sure!
started throwing large cigarette cartons at him
saying tape em up fat boy , to annoy
He said I’m in charge, I said no you’re not
I’m in charge of you my fat boy
Manager came out I give him a blast
The man of the cloth laughed with joy
So they went to the bank and got my weeks wage
That I didn’t work there anyhow
Foreman looked like a siezure from rage
So I blew him a kiss the old cow
Don Johnson
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