He said he loved her and he always would,
Gave her a smile and cocked his head just so.
Then he looked in her eyes, just like he should,
And told her that he'd never let her go.
He said that her skin was so soft and clean
And that it was made for just one man's touch.
Her hair was silken with a golden sheen
He loved her soft glow and her smell so much.
She kind of smiled, gazed at her new lover,
Said, "Stranger, you're a handsome kind of mess!
Must be drivin' them cows with no cover,
You're different from the others I confess.
"Next time you're passin' through this old cowtown,
Just ask anyone for me - name's Sal Brown."
September 15, 2016
For Contest No. 203
Cowtown Pride
So you spent Christmas in old Dubai,
And took your picture at the Taj Mahal,
You can’t begin to one-up me,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
I’ve heard your tales of lovely Paree,
How you bought gold at the markets of Toledo;
You have nothing on me, my dear,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
Heard you danced in London Town,
Boated in Norway’s fiords and falls,
Ah, ah, you’re not ahead of me,
For I have been to Bass Hall.
You’ve traveled the world far and wide,
While I stayed at life’s beck and call,
But all of that means not a fig to me,
For I have been in Bass Hall.
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