As I stumbled from the bar,
It was really getting late,
And a pretty painted lady,
Asked,"Are you looking for a date.
I’m a sunfishing jumper,
And I can say with pride,
That every judge that’s seen me,
Scored me fifty for each ride.
Cowboy I am ready,
If you want to take a try,
You have never rode a filly,
That can kick as hard and high."
I started digging in my jeans,
Just so I could see,
If I still had enough money,
To pay the entry fee.
I pulled down my Stetson,
And said,"I’m ready, Toots."
And sat down on the curb,
And started pulling off my boots,
"Leave them on Cowboy,"
She said in a voice so sweet,
"If you can ride me to the whistle,
We’ll be on a different street."
Author notes
"i like apples"
A contest entry
- forgive me father for i have sinned by j-ay rose.
350 points, ended July 26, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh, I miss your writing..
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So, did you both score a fifty?...
And, exactly what street did you end up on,lol
I loved it, great story with rolling rhythm and rhyme
Ride'em cowboy...and keep your boots on!
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hahah, I hope you marked her out, gave her some rein and made the whistle! Great story, great fun, and as always, and enjoyable read!
Rory
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sinfully delicous! I really enjoyed this poem, very clear sultry image
Man you have been on a roll!
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