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Cowboy Poetry

The Suite

We loaded up the horses, then we headed for Utah with hopes of staying far from home until the winter’s thaw.

I glanced down at the clock. The red light brightened up the dash. The clock said two so then I checked my wallet for some cash.

We drove into McDonalds, had some breakfast on the run. We’d waited for a whole dang year, now out to have some fun.

A winter blizzard pushed us to the Arizona line. We drove out in the desert, found the place to be just fine.

But now I felt the doggone urge to crouch behind a bush. I still had old time modesty. “Ain’t showin’ my old tush.”

Each cowboy made a dash behind a cactus or a tree. I hope they brought some tissue ‘cuz I needed mine for me.

We made the preparations and each cowboy had his chore. But the building of a privy sure was what we needed more.

So, a cowboy dug a hole and then he cobbled up a seat. He wrapped a tarp around it and we called it our new Suite.

Now it sure ain’t rocket science how we sleep the whole night long. But the minute you see sunshine that old feeling comes on strong.

I hurried down to our new Suite. But there a line ensued. One cowboy yelled, “Back to the rear!” And said it kinda crude.

The times goes by so slowly when you’re waiting for the throne. So, we entertained ourselves by listening to our bellies groan.

Thank heaven for one cowboy. He’s the builder of the bunch. He said, “I’ve done some thinking and for dang sure got a hunch.”

We cowboys aren’t the brightest, but we all can count to two. Now we call our Suite, “Two-Holer.” ‘Cuz there’s room for me and you.

 

 

 

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