There once was a cowboy who hated his bunkhouse
All the dirt and the clutter he did not espouse.
Finally one day he rode off in a cloud
To a different climate far from that crowd.
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1 comment:
Cute cowboy ditty!
Thanks for participating again at SIMPLY SNICKERS. Next week's prompt is up!
Blessings,
Linda
SIMPLY SNICKERS – weekly poetry prompts
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