Cowboy entre'e
A cowboy came into the restaurant last night,
Which isn't unusual in these parts...
He wore a big hat which he refused to remove
(I didn't mind this slight breach of etiquette)
and I was smitten right from the start.
His legs were long, and his wranglers, oh my!
It took sheer force of will to avert my eyes
I observed him quite well under half-closed lids
Gulped my coffee (burnt my mouth!)
Wishing I were those ribs
he tore at and man handled
with those big calloused hands
To be an entre'e on his plate, oh how grand!!
Which isn't unusual in these parts...
He wore a big hat which he refused to remove
(I didn't mind this slight breach of etiquette)
and I was smitten right from the start.
His legs were long, and his wranglers, oh my!
It took sheer force of will to avert my eyes
I observed him quite well under half-closed lids
Gulped my coffee (burnt my mouth!)
Wishing I were those ribs
he tore at and man handled
with those big calloused hands
To be an entre'e on his plate, oh how grand!!
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