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Mike Francis Poem
• My cowboy has walked me to this horse eating pit-
• I think I should dance and jig and throw quite a fit-
• Gators and snakes and no bottom in sight-
• If I put my hoof in it something will bite-
• The ditch is wide and the water is green-
• I’m getting spookier from the reflections I’ve seen-
• Hang on fat cowboy and grab that saddle horn-
• This big ole horse is going airborne!-
• I tried to warn him of the upcoming jump-
• When he hit the ground he made quite a thump!-
• He dusted himself off when he got off the grass-
• Dirt and mud still stuck to his fat ass-
• From his perspective he still failed to see-
• That leap I made surely saved him and me!-
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
Presidents Day
I can hardly wait for Presidents day
I seem to see it just one way
If Obama steps out and sees his shadow
We'll have another year of high unemployment to go!
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
Seafood Gumbo
Start with a dark brown Roux
Just like those Cajuns do
Next add the bell pepper and onion too
Tomatoes and garlic cloves, just a few
Cover it all with chicken stock
as this will help the flavors to unlock
File' and smoked sausage now go into the pot
Add the crab meat and peeled shrimp that were freshly caught
Serve it over a cup of rice
You'll find the that it tastes real nice
Put in enough pepper to set your mouth aglow
Now eat up that bowl of seafood gumbo
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
Horse play
I bucked the cowboy off in the hay
This is a game that horses just love to play
He rolled up into great big old pile
His anger I did most certainly rile
He got to his feet and reached for my reigns
And spat out an ugly comment about my brains
Since he was calling me a big dumb brute
I planted my hoof on his cowboy boot
I watched his eyes roll around in his head
What he yelled will remain unsaid
I was starting to admire this big tough guy
But I still reached over and bit him right in the thigh
When I pulled and heard his bluejeans rip
I let go of my toothy grip
I bumped him hard with my right shoulder
He was now an awfully pitiful looking drover
Now that I've finished what I had begun
I was thinking the life of a cow horse can be so much fun
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
My only Friend
Between now and the bitter end
My saddle horse will be my only friend
Unlike the woman of my past
Our love for each other will last and last
Since I'm speaking of her I will confide
This big ole walker is more fun to ride
When things in my marriage started to go awry
I saddled up and waived goodbye
Into the high country we did fly
Before anyone could see me cry
All I have left is my trusty steed
For the rest of my life he's all I need
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
The way to go
Most people would prefer to die in their own bed
Clean sheets, warm blanket and a soft pillow for their head
Some people might like to go reading a good book
Maybe in their favorite chair in some quiet nook
There are those that might want suicide
Because long suffering pain they can't abide
Many death row prisoners await the deed
That might get their rotten souls freed
When it come to my end and I have a choice
The way that I have chosen would make me rejoice
Off a bloody saddle I'd like to slide
From my favorite mount in stride
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
Executive decision
I ain't an executive and I'll tell you why
Cause I couldn't wear no suit and tie
Give me my Stetson and my cowboy shirt
My wore out blue jeans all covered in dirt
Put me in a board room
It would spell doom
I'd act real threatful
Then pull out my pistol
Then I'd cock back the hammer
And pull on the trigger
I'd scream and laugh and act real cuckoo
and let someone else clean up the poo
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
It was a small saloon in the middle of town
For their bar girls and whiskey they were renown
The girls were quite tubby
And looked downright ugly
Indian whiskey was all they had
It burned when you drank it and tasted real bad
After a few shots and my vision went fuzzy
Those big ole girls looked a lot better to me
Next morning I awoke with a large smelly redhead
I prayed to God that I hadn’t got wed
I dressed quietly and got to my feet
Then quickly made my way to the street
I climbed on the saddle on top of my horse
I started to feel a case of real remorse
I had a sudden desire to back on the trail
Riding drag and chasing only cattle tail
By Mike Francis
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Wild horses, young women and cheap whiskey you see
Are certainly not all there cracked up to be
They will hurt your body, your heart and you're head
And if you're not careful they will leave you quite dead
I've got a cow pony a big dog and a canteen of water
I feel a lot better doing what I oughta!
By Mike Francis
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Mike Francis Poem
Life of sin
It's really doubtful that I will die in bed
Most likely I will be shot through the head
I've spent my whole life wallowing in sin
It's a lead pipe cinch that I'd do it over again
I might even get to stand at the pearly gate
But somehow I think they will make me wait
St Peter will read from his sin tally book
Hopefully a few he might overlook
The reading would take most of a week
Getting into heaven looks pretty bleak
I imagine that I will burn in eternal hellfire
I'll regret not hearing the celestial choir
The Devil has always been my consort
All plans for heaven I'll have to abort
By Mike Francis
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