Had I Been Born a Cowboy Instead

Had I been born a cowboy instead,

I would have had tales to tell about

Bucking broncos I rode and broke. Had

I been born a cowboy instead, I would

Fondly describe cattle drives, campfires

On the open range, calf and steer roping,

Fence-mending, branding and the like.

Had I been born a cowboy instead, I could

Have spent starry nights spinning fanciful

Yarns with my compadres with names

Like Slim, Montana and Cookie. Had I

Been born a cowboy instead, I would walk

Bowlegged from riding my horse all day.

I’d have creased leathery skin from those

Many years of exposure to sun, driving

Rain and wind. Instead, I need to explain

That this limp of mine is arthritis developed

Over time from prolonged sitting in a non

Adjustable office chair. My co-workers an-

Swer to the names William, James and Robert.

The only steer I’ve ever wrestled with was

A tough 10oz Sirloin at the Golden Corral

Buffet. And this here is a stick of Wriggley’s

Spearmint I’m a chawin’ on. Copenhagen's

A might too bitter and nasty for my taste.

Chris Hanch 12-13-16