THE YODELIN’ COWBOY

Hank was a hard workin’ cowpoke who really earned his meager pay.
He rode his *** Old Red from early dawn ’til at night he hit the hay,
Fixin’ fences, ropin’ steers and brandin’ dogies in the old corral,
But he had an odd addiction that gnawed on his pard’s morale!

He was a happy yodler which is alright fer a wrangler I suppose,
But his irritatin’ warblin’ caused him to nearly come to blows!
At night in the bunkhouse he would even yodel in his sleep,
Addin’ to the din of his pals who were known fer snorin’ deep!

His yodelin’ caused cattle to stampede and hosses to buck and neigh.
Caused chickens to cease layin’ aigs and cantankerous mules to bray!
Porkers squealed in their sty and the hounds barked and howled,
His comrades raged and cussed and the cats all hissed and yowled!

Even rattlesnakes were flustered and slithered to hide in dens,
And bands of coyotes skulked to seek cover in the nearby fens.
Frenzied birds vacated their cozy nests and fled to distant climes,
And Cookie got upset since the guys couldn’t hear his supper chimes!

The grizzled old ranch boss called Hank aside fer a serious session,
Sayin’, “Son, you’re creatin’ havoc ’round hyar with yer damn obsession!
Take yer *** and yodler to swoon the gals at the Dry Gulch Saloon,
‘Cause if’n you keep it up ’round hyar, you’ll hit the road and soon!”

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

This next poem is written by Robyn, a Wrangler at Cornerstone Ranch!