Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
I was not carrying milkweeds like a maiden when you met me.
The thunderous blood-red holler my ear yet not been acquainted with.
You rode your moods like a vaquero. In and out of ranges near swirling up motes so thick and far you were nothing but a speck. I like to think I am a queen of our tiny kingdom-- though the monarch you are.
The flowing milk from the mothers breast became the host and breadth and depth of your trough. I am milkweed. You are monarch. You have and endless symbiotic DNA, that dines on energy. I flow like magma and cool to a crust of the earth that man tramples over into dust.
Cowboy Howdy the Clown still goes
To town with ten little shoes on his toes
Purple hair and a square blue nose
Ten grey flowers for Cimarron Rose
An itty bitty teeny weeny cowboy hat
Vaquero chaps and a little dogies tat
A plug of chaw and a lariat
Two six-shooters and a shoulder rat
He sure looks silly; he sure looks strange
And he's looking for his home on the range.
Patron's now kind words flooded foreman's brain -
such praise from Mayor High, much grandiose!
" I'm sorry, Senor Huerra, you couldn't attend
the party I gave her last week in her honor.
Margarita's been home three weeks."
" I was in Santa Barbara, Alcalde, and only
arrived back yesterday. As soon as I heard the
good news of Margarita's arrival, I came to
Peralta as rapidly as possible. I hope you'll
forgive any unintentional discourtesy. Missing
your party lies heavy on my heart."
"Enough said about that, Don Huerra. Will you and
your vaquero honor me by dining with us tonight?"
"It would be my pleasure, Alcalde. It's often said
that to be Don Jose Hernandez's guest is to know fullest
happiness."
"Very good, senor. Your pun's well taken."
"Sometimes such absurdities slip out, Alcalde. Forgive me.
The Vaquero
Create for me a vaquero
With slow walk, loving rodeo
Long rides on cool high mountain trails
Where it's wooded__love never fails
Who rides comfortable as can be
Wrangler who understands..create for me
(Wrapped Refrain)
In honor of Tirzah Conway
A Cowboy Is contest
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