Short Corrals Poems

a canyon in the west
where the horses run free
no bars, no corrals
a beautiful sight
unbridled freedom
the way it should be...

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ah!?
the scent
you!
flower

let!
my humming
b...!
heard gently

tasting!
your sweet
bl...!
..ossoms

my!
sense...'s
stay!
on you

all!?
day long
your!
presence

roundt!
corrals me
to!
sense

your!
pleasures
to!
be sought



stan sand...

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If horses 
Had voices
They would yell Hee Haw!
But that's the cowboys atop their backs 
Releasing them from their corrals-stalls
Galloping away 
As they sway 
Yippee ki-yay 
Horses do have voices 
See all they do is winnie~


6/9/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Old MacDonald had a farm
With some noisy critters on it.
They mostly mooed, or neighed,
Or clucked, or brayed,
But some stayed
Resolutely mute,
I'm afraid.
It wasn't his equines,
Or bovines,
Or fowls,
Or anything lodged in his barns or corrals,
But a couple of rather recalcitrant vowels.
The "e" and the "i" and the "o"
Answered the call,
While the "a" and the "u"
Stayed conspicuously AWOL.
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There’s a long tradition of cowboys and their pals,
Watchin’ buckin’ broncos settin’ on wood corrals.
It’s something they enjoys and sure ‘nuff don’t avoids—
But, dern that wood is hard on their ol’ hemorrhoids!

Feels like they’s sittin’ on a brandin’ iron that’s hot—
It’s an awful feelin’ that ain’t too soon forgot.
And ridin’ saddles ain’t much better I allows—
But leastways there’s more paddin’ than them wood corrals!...

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