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On the Trail (Terrible Poetry Contest)

October 24, 2019

This is week 48 of Chelsea’s Terrible Poetry Contest. Saddle up and play along by clicking HERE.

On The Trail

When ‘yer on the trail a-pushin’ cattle,
makin’ ‘yer way up to Seattle.

When saddle sores a-pop and ‘yer eyes start to droop,
and yer butt’s so sore it hurts to poop.

When yer bored watchin’ dust a-startin’ to twirl,
then y’all write a poem to yer old cowgirl.

Like I done did.
And I’ll demonstrate –
So you may equate –
And mebbe get yerself an idea that’ll pollenate –
One in which yer brain can lubricate –
And you can fay-ber-i-cate.
(Cuz you have my permission to do so)

Oh Maybelline, my horse needs a shoe.
Oh Maybelline, I smell like mildew.
I just a-wanted to tell ‘ya your love is overdue.

Oh Maybelline, I got a fever fer you.
Oh Maybelline, I smell like a gym shoe
I just a-wanted to tell ‘ya that first I’ll need a good shampoo.

Signed,
with aller my love,
Your luvin’ Cowboy guy,
Earl E. Earle

XXX (Them X’s, they’s kisses fer you, Maybelline)

 

3 Comments leave one →
  1. October 24, 2019 8:58 am

    This was pretty funny!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. October 24, 2019 9:57 am

    Wonderfully weird, per usual! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  3. October 25, 2019 10:26 pm

    You are way too good at this! A close second, for sure!

    Liked by 1 person

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