Leather And Lace

Cowboy Poetry

He was a hard riding cowboy,

full of western brass.

She was a dainty lady,

raised with the finest class.

He liked to ride the range,

just travel without a course.

She always rode sidesaddle,

upon her gentle horse.

He was tanned by the sun,

his flesh as dark as night.

She was very fair,

her skin a creamy white.

He was a rowdy wrangler,

who liked to get real wild.

She was quiet and demure,

a disposition that was mild.

Together they were perfect,

this couple of fire and grace.

This cowboy and his lady,

made of leather and lace.

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tiong_chung_hoo's picture

quite imaginative. very productive. keep this up. from tiong chung hoo