He's No Cowgirl It happened at a rodeo, that we can all recall, to a poor roughstock rider, that put his back against the wall. He challenged a barrel racer, all of five feet four, to a drinkin contest, the thought he'd win for sure. But she matched two to his one, and slammed them on the bar, and he realized only to late, he'd taken it to far. She stood triumphant, while he struggled in the ground, and not one of his riding buddies, uttered a single sound. The very next day, at the rodeo that afternoon, the cowboy donned his hat, and turned to face his doom. He found the barrel racer, from the night before, then sighed and pulled his hat down low, So she could settle the score. Well he climbed aboard her horse. 16 hands of nervous hell, then felt heat rise in his cheeks, something he didn't take to well. Well He gripped hard to the saddle, as the announcer called his name, and as the horse took off, us can chasers went insane. He managed to round the first can, the second he can recall, it was at the thrid barrel, Ol'Roughie took his fall. He hit the dirt harder, then he ever had before, and he wished like hell to be swallowed up, While his bull riding buddies roared. But he stood up and grabbed his hat, and slapped it on his head, and those of us that stood watchin, hadn't seen anything so red. Well now that poor old Bull rider, was cowboy to the core, But when push come to shove, HE WEREN'T NO COWGIRL THATS FOR SURE. by Jenn La Rose                      **this poem is written in memory of Carrie Ann and Mikey.  The two people that                             made this poem hit the paper.  We all do our stupid things on the rodeo trail. But Real cowboys settle the score.  I miss and love you both** Back to home   Back to poem list