So dVerse wants me to go all movie remake today here at my bay. But pfffft to that. Remakes are hated by the cat. So I won't go The Cowboy Way with Jack Bauer on display. I will go the other way. Yep, it's The Other Cowboy Way here today.
The cowboy is rough, gruff and yet clean,
As you see him on your screen.
But we already went there,
With why they all look pretty at the movie lair.
They have a horse, boots and some rope.
Some don't even know how to use soap.
So why would I want to stir up my OCD,
Rhyming about such a display at my sea?
Instead we will go the other way.
The other cowboys that you see at your bay.
You see them all the time.
But you ignore their chime.
They look at you with big eyes,
That make them seem oh so wise.
Then go back to munching down,
What they have scavenged across town.
They even go to great cost,
To make sure you never get lost.
Leaving you a trail to follow.
But it is stuff you never want to swallow.
Yes, they spit as well.
This doesn't seem any more swell.
But the unsung cowboy has to be heard.
Or they may flip the the bird.
If only they could.
You see it would be misunderstood.
For they have no finger,
That is able to linger.
Even get a fancy bell.
So you can tell if they fell.
They will never be doing any flipping.
But I hear they detest tipping.
I guess they aren't ones for dough.
They do like to stand in a row.
And each day you meet and greet,
In one end and out the other at your street.
Have you caught on to the unsung cowboy?
That gives you so much joy.
Even vegetarians like their eyes.
I bet they tell no lies.
So don't have a cow.
Boy, that was just wow.
I think I gave it away.
But if you don't get it that's okay.
Just don't cow-er in front of me.
I will not tell thee.
Not even if you are a duck named Howard.
For you are no cowboy, just a cow-ard.
Did you get the unsung cowboy? Dropping patties and eating grass for joy? They never seem to make it into a song. Isn't that just oh so wrong? But just in case a cow girl gets jealous to. She can join the cow boy in the same stew. That was a cowboy of a whole different class. Don't worry I don't think there is any in the cat food of my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.