Cowboy Poetry

Cowboy Poetry

Jake, the rancher went one day, To fix a distant fence. The wind was cold and gusty; The clouds rolled gray and dense.

As he pounded the last staples in And gathered his tools to go, The temperature had fallen; The wind and snow began to blow.

When he finally reached his pickup, He felt a heavy heart; From the sound of that ignition, He knew it wouldn't start!

So Jake did what most of us would do, Had we been there. He humbly bowed his balding head And sent aloft a prayer.

As he turned the key for one last time, He softly cursed his luck. They found him three days later, Frozen stiff in that old truck.

Now Jake had been around in life And done his share of roaming. But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked -- It looked just like Wyoming !

Of all the saints in Heaven, His favorite was St. Peter.

(Now, this line ain't really needed, But it helps with rhyme and meter)

So they set and talked - To check the status of your file, But you know, Jake, We hadn't heard from you, in quite a long while."

"And though all prayers are answered, And God ain't got no quota, He didn't recognize your voice, And started a truck in Minnesota !"

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