Long Stetson Poems
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How am I doing
Well thanking you very much indeed
For being kind enough to ask
Because I am doing just fine
In fact I can't tell a lie i am actually
way far better than that bordering on
great
Because my business is downright
booming at the minute
To the point I have had to stop taking
bookings as I am now fully booked
up till Christmas
And the reason why you may well ask
well is due and down to this
You see what I do for and earn my living
as my proffesion and business is
I am a fully qualified certified card carrying
Clown
So much some of the very best in the
business which you may or may
not have heard of
Like for example Sideshow Bob and
Ronald McDonald who actually based
a lot of their own act and performance
on material they stole off me
But they have all but since gone to
ground so now I am all but the last
standing remaining Clown
Due to the dwindling amount of work
after COVID -19 rules etiquette and
social distancing ensued
The best excuse money can buy
when all else other's used have failed
thus far since the classic good old days
of my dog eat my homework
And left them without means to
earn a steady income to support
them in order to pay their bill's and
lifestyle they had become accustomed to
But hey at least this story has a happy
ending and they didn't want and go
without for very long
Because blessed with the particular
skillet they garnered and possessed
They simply just went joined signed
up and pledged allegiance to and
became a fully fledged member of the
Clown Union
Because as everyone full well knows
Clown's are the star's and reason why
people choose go to the Circus in the
1st place
And politics if nothing else is in all
but name the greatest Circus on earth
Only difference being although littered
with clown's these one's have or feel
no need
To slap and adorn their face in
makeup or wear a funny customized
suit
Because they are and their act and
material on which it is based upon is
in itself funnier than hell
But whereas Circus clown's wear big
shoe's for comical affect
These here clown's wear big boot's
in order so they can fill them up to
brim of their stetson hat
After the pockets of their shinny designer
bespoken suits look like they have
$100 handkerchief hanging out all
of them
As I walked out in the streets of Manteca,
as I walked out in Manteca one day,
I spied a young cowboy asleep on the sidewalk,
when prodded from slumber these words he did say:
"You are wearing a Stetson, spurs, chaps, and a six-gun:
I assume then you must be a cowboy like me;
come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
then try to guess which shell is hiding the pea.
'Twas once in the saddle I used to ride gaily,
albeit I had not a horse to my name,
but down in the basement my dad had a saw-horse,
so I rode a steed that could never go lame.
O bury me holding a King and five Aces
with a pint of good whiskey to keep my corpse warm,
and a pair of my custom made dice in my watch fob,
for I'm a young cowboy and I've bought the farm."
Day Dreaming Cowboy
Wish I was a cowboy
Just for you tonight
We’d Waltz and two step
Across this bar room floor
We’d put quarters in the juke box
Till they spilled upon the floor
We’d sing along with
Hank and Willy
Till they couldn’t take it anymore
I’d smother you in
Belt buckles
From my latest rodeo
I’d be the cowboy
Who rode that bull
Ten seconds more
I’d put you on a stallion
Let you lope across the
Wind swept prairies of my mind
I’d trade my Stetson
For your Levi’s
And lacy underwear
I’d place your boots
Beneath my bed
Till the little ones came
And kissed us both goodnight
I wish I was that cowboy
Just for you tonight
Lon 4/19/2021
I wake up very early, and get out of bed before dawn
My barn animals need to be fed and their water drawn
The steer looks healthy, hope they will bring me some cash
It helps pay the bills and I'm almost out of my only stash
I polish my new boots, black crocodile with fresh spurs
Going out later to impress Susie, hope soon to be hers
Looking forward to some line dancing and riding the bull
Putting on my black Stetson, hoping the bar’s not too full
I see Susie’s eyes sparkle as she waves her pretty hand
Tonight’s looking up, I even like the new Country band
After a few beers, I climb up on the bull and go for a ride
I am in the rodeo competition and have no fear, only pride
I ride the bull several times, laughing with my ranch friends
Susie says yes to slow dancing, hope this night never ends
It’s now getting close to midnight; I must call it a night
I give Susie a quick kiss and we both swoon with delight
I drive back to my cattle ranch feeling happy with a big smile
Thinking this cowboy hasn’t had a good night out in awhile
Kicking off my boots, I head to my bed, it will be dawn soon
Dreaming about the rodeo competition tomorrow afternoon
1/29/2021
Contest: Cowboy Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
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 verse, that seems the best
For The Shadow Hamilton
Poetry contest
Now, I started drinkin' whiskey
and scratching my blue jeans
But I can't think of anything
that's worth a hill of beans
It's got to be a good one
better than the rest
to win, Shadow Hamilton's
Poetry contest
I thought I'd start out writing
'bout a horse and dusty trails
Train robbing, riding hard
And 'bout that time in jail
But I have to tell ya'll
This cowboy's kinda stressed
Over Shadow, Hamilton's
Poetry contest.......................Heee yaaaa !
[Youtube clip attached as the source of my ‘copper through your
letter box line... and because I just love the song!]
Don’t slap a copper with a kipper
Don’t catch your todger in your zipper
Don’t put the peas on if you cannot watch the pot
And if your wife should ask don’t say the weather girl is hot
And don’t play Twister with a hippo
Or light a firecracker with a zippo
Don’t date a sure bet if you’ve got holes in your socks
Don’t try to post a copper through your letter box
For that will be a squeeze but you won’t get past his boots
Don’t pull you’re little sister’s hair out by the roots
Don’t hold a bank up with a plastic BB gun
Don’t ski down K2 just because it sounds like fun
Don’t drive a Datsun in Stetson
And don’t wipe your visor with a wet one
And don’t quarrel with your wife, or venom she will hurl
She’ll say why don’t you run off with your little weather girl
And don’t dress like Lennon at a Rolling Stones revival
If you have inside your head the notion of survival
~~~Cowboys~~~
When I was a kid I wanted to live
On the Ponderosa, a cowgirl I'd be.
The daughter-in-law of Ben Cartwright
And Little Joe would marry me.
Cowboys stoked my imagination,
Made me dream of times gone by.
They were men who were strong and brave
And many a cowboy caught my eye.
Westerns I watch, I'm an avid fan.
The cowboys always make me smile.
I daydream along and wish myself there
If only for a little while.
So if you want to catch my eye
Just wear a stetson and a pair of tight jeans.
Then you're halfway to winning my heart
For my interest towards cowboys leans.
A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit wouldn't be complete without a fancy pair of spurs!
A wide-brimmed Stetson is needed fer shelter frum the searin' sun.
It's also dandy fer feedin' oats to his hoss when their work is done.
He'll need a pair of Tony Lama boots with high heels and pointy toes,
And a bandana to keep the dust and bugs from a-pluggin' up his nose!
When on night patrol and the restless herd is spooked by lightnin' bright,
A harmonica is a handy gadget to soothe the herd frum takin' flight.
A coiled riata he'll need to corral them stampedin' wild cows.
He'll wear a pair of 44s to shoot rattlesnakes (if'n the boss allows)!
He'll need a couple of blankets fer sleepin' 'neath the canopy of stars,
And bags of Bull Durham fer roll-yer-owns and maybe a few cigars.
He'll need a heap of patience when gallopin' through the chaparral,
Roundin' up them frenzied dogies fer brandin' in the old corral!
He'll be a-chasin' cattle and a-fixin' fences thro' rain, sleet and snow.
He wonders sometimes why he cowboys - it sure ain't fer the dough!
He'll need lots of fortitude to abide "Cooky's" taters, bacon and beans,
But he'll keep at it 'til he's old and gray, 'cause cowboyin' is in his genes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 10 in Giddy up! Little Dogies! Contest May 2010
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 cool
They may have been attracted
Yet these ladies were no fools
Never look him in the eye
Best to give him a wide berth
The old men tried to warn me
For Jake life had little worth
They agreed that Jake had style
Sadly he's as mean as they come
Nothing but a smooth talker
With a solid silver gun
I watched him for a moment
Then it seems I caught his eye
Walking slowly towards me
With his gun strapped to his thigh
I wasn't seeking trouble
Still it was coming my way
I stared him straight in the eye
and said "come make my day!"
For a moment he waivered
He was used to seeing fear
Before he pulled his gun
I shot him in the ear
With that he dropped his gun
Because I drew too fast
If he made another move
It would surely be his last
Now they call him one eared Jake
He's not such a dapper man
It's much harder to get dressed
I shot some fingers off his hand
A Shadowlam production.
Brought to you by Shadow Hamilton
and Richard Lamoureux.
Thank you Shadow for Dapper Jake
and for letting me add to your story.
This was fun!
As a lad, agrarian affairs held for me very little charm.
I could hardly wait to escape that toilsome Hoosier farm!
From early dawn when my Dad would have me rouse,
There were always things to tend be it garden, hogs or cows!
Milkin' a herd of cows began the daily farm routine.
This was done by hand since we had no milkin' machine.
There were hordes of horses, goats and chickens to be fed,
And the onerous task of curryin' the mules, Clyde and Fred!
Tater bugs must be picked from acres of pertaters,
And weeds to hoe from never endin' rows of termaters!
The old John Deere was cranked to plow and harrow the fields,
To prepare to plant the corn and wheat for our annual yields!
In summer came the shockin' of sheaths of golden wheat,
Fightin' nettlesome sweatbees in the swelterin' Hoosier heat!
October brought no respite since we shucked the corn by hand,
Pluckin' rows upon rows of the stuff that never seemed to end!
Nowadays, I'm told that farmin' is done with relative ease,
By a new breed of sodbusters with agricultural degrees,
Ownin' air-conditioned tractors and fancy milkin' machines,
Sportin' Stetson hats, alligator boots and smart designer jeans!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)