All Them Clowns
Well, I tied my horse to the old wood rail
I's mighty dusty comin' off that trail
I kissed old Lightning on his big wet nose
He's the only horse what smells like a rose
The saloon was busy with some mighty pale bards
They was Laughin' and a jokin' and playin' cards
I took off my hat and set it on the bar
Put my foot on the rail, but didn't get far
Til I realized I knew all them clowns
They was all drinkin' shots and buyin' rounds
Now I once was a wild child, I confess
I don't drink no more, but I don't drink less
Me and each of my peeps would tell some tale
We couldn't get louder' cause we didn't have bail.
Willow's on the dance floor; he's passed out cold
Matt had 4 aces; R.G. had to fold
Ophelia smacks us when we start up cussin'
The rest of the poets just laugh at the fussin'.
Now me an' ol' Jim just shootin' the breeze
We laid down or guns with a sweet "pretty please."
One thing about this cowgirl, you should know
That she may aim high or she may aim low
There's some mighty fine writers; some even grand
They aim to entertain us pen in hand
Lasso your free verse; and let your rhyme flow
Gather 'round folks, it's a poe-try rodeo
Welcome,

