I was a cowboy poet and didn't even know it.
But Mama told me that my feet show it.
Drivin' the herd up the Chisolm Trail
Headin' to Dodge thru a Southwest gale
Eatin' dust and beans amidst the stench.
Punctutated by sweet bovine flatulence.
Finally in Dodge, payday and fixin' to relax.
Soon wiped out by Uncle Sam's income tax.
Congress wants to defund Cowboy poetry.
Reid wants to delegitimize Nevada 'hoetry.