An old cowboy stood alone in the muddy street
Gun at his hip and boots on his feet
And he called out loud so that all could hear
“I may be old but I don’t have any fear.”
“Send out the best and fastest gun around.”
“I’ll beat him on the draw and drop him to the ground”
The people in the town could hear his shout
But no man that heard bothered to step out
So the old cowboy walked to the saloon
And with the toe of his boot he kicked a spitoon
“I’ll fight any man in this place.”
Came the words from his grizzled face.
But the room full of men paid him no mind
There was no fistfight for the old timer to find
So the old cowboy just ambled on home
And when his old wife asked where he did roam
He just shook his head and smiled
No man is fool enough to face me whenever I get riled
Ha. Nice ending. I was afraid he would take it out on his old wife. Glad he kept his illusion.
This poem has a great cadence. I also dug the ending!