Therapydoglady's Poetry

[therapydoglady]

babymakes6 suggested that I post some of my late mother-in-law's poems on this thread. She said she really enjoyed them, and thought you might, too, so here are some of my favorites (so far). All of her poems tell a story. Just in rhyme. Brie

When I was a very small girl, not old enough to go to school, there was a TV series on called “Rawhide”(aired on CBS from January, 1959 to January, 1966). I loved it and dreamed of marrying the trail boss, Gil Favor (played by Eric Fleming). He was quiet, very rugged, always proper, always victorious o’er his foes, and always quelled the stampede, one just like this...​

THE STAMPEDE
8/10[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

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The cows were all real nervous that night
Their eyes all open wide.
The hands could feel it in the air
Their mounts were hard to ride.

Somethin' they couldn't put a finger on
But knew it was really there, still,
Somethin' carried on the winds
That blew down outa the hills.

The clouds grew dark and angry and low.
The boys all drew up their collars.
“Better bunch 'em up boys, we don't wanna lose 'em!”
They heard the trail boss holler.

Pete and Gus both flanked out right,
Steele and Irving flanked out left.
Lew and Marve rode on ahead,
and began to turn the rest.

They had 'em all gathered pretty durn quick
And headed to a valley below,
When lightning started flashing in the sky ,
And a foul wind started to blow.

“Let's push 'em a little faster boys!
See if we can beat this storm in!”
So the boys screwed their hats on tight
Then suddenly and with no warnin'.

The sky above turned bright as day.
With nary a lightning bolt seen!
“I've seen this a fore,”said Marve, “And it ain't good!”
And the cows all started to gleam!

That old rogue bull that led the heard,
Slung slobber and tossed his head.
And his nostrils flared and he rolled his eyes
And filled the cowhands with dread.

The static flashed from horn to horn
As the cattle began to break.
And the cowboys knew, as their panic grew,
That the lives of all were at stake!


The cattle scattered like so many quail
In a hundred different directions.
The panic mirrored in each one's eyes
At this eerie blue reflection.

The cowboys all spurred their ponies,
Gus turning his way out wide.
If he could catch that old rogue bull,
He might could turn this tide.

Steele saw Gus & knew his intent
And so spurred his mount that way
And both rode hard to catch the beast
That started all this fray!

They both, at last caught up with him
And Gus shouted “Turn 'im left!”
And in an arc, quite slow and wide
turned the bull against the tide.

All the herd that followed him
Made that big turn, too.
And soon the other, gathered herd
Came looming into view.

The boys worked so long and hard
Their ponies lathered, out of breath,
Until the herd at last stood still,
And everything could rest.

“Great work Boys!” The trail boss beamed,
“There'll be a bonus for each of you!”
And the boys all cheered , but each one knew,
“This is just what we love to do!”




The Demise of the Old Rogue Bull
8/10

I've got too old & too broke down
To work much any more.
Got stepped on, bucked off and tromped on
A few times that's for shore.

But the worse hurt I ever got
Was from that nasty old rogue bull.
We was workin' calves down in the draw
And the weather was gettin' cool.

He was a lean and long and ornery cuss
****** his ole brindle hide,
His horns spanned from tip to tip
Well over six feet wide.

He'd lost an eye in a fight with another
Many years before,
And seemed hell-bent, one way or other
To try and settle the score.

To top it all off he was pretty durn smart
And worse yet, he was a sneak,
And that fall day I was cuttin' a calf
And he caught me from behind on my knees!

Next thing I knew I was flyin' through air
And I knew I'd sprouted no wings.
When I touched down on the rumbling ground
He was on me to finish the thing.

He flipped me and tossed me and tried real hard
to grind me into the ground,
Then he hooked a horn in the belt of my chaps
And started another round!

The boys was all hollerin' & throwin' their hats
And wavin' their arms around
When he suddenly stopped and shook me off
And threw me, like a rag, to the ground.

He trotted off about thirty yards
Took to grazin' like nothin' had happened
The boys helped me up to take me to town
(They could see I was pretty well shaken).

But on the way to that old truck
We passed my horse and my saddle
“Before I go boys, there's just one thing
That I have just got to settle.”

I pulled out my Winchester from my saddle
And aimed 'cross it to steady my shot
I squeezed that trigger long and slow
And dropped that old bull on the spot!

“Tan that hide for me boys”
Was the last thing I think I said.
I guess it was, 'cause that's the one
That's layin' yonder 'cross my bed!



The Bench[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

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8/ll

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Lord, I hope that You don't mind,
B[/FONT]ut I'm getting' on, You see.
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I'm sure You know it's hard for me
To get up off my knees.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And so I built the bench here.
Put it 'neath our favorite tree.
So I could sit instead of kneel,
While we're talkin', You and me.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I built it outa cedar wood,
To stand the weather and time.
It's so handsome when it's polished.
Red, like stained with wine![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I was thinking, while I was splittin'
That big ole piece of tree,
How old it might have been.
And how good it smelled to me.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Do You like the smell of cedar wood?
Yeah, I thought You might.
And when I put the polish on,
I thought 'twould be pleasin' to Your sight.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I've tried to do right things this week,
But I might have shirked a bit.
I sure did want to get this done.
I'm kinda proud of it![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Not meaning to be boastful, Lord.
Everything's done for You.
But I thought You might be pleased,
And like it a little, too.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]No one else knows about it.
Or that I put it here.
They only know 'fore Sunday School,
That I up and disappear.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I just need a little time,
When it's just You and me.
So I put this bench right here.
Under our favorite tree.[/FONT]




[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Me, Myself and I

5/11/11[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]My children have all left the nest,
My husband, this coop, has flown
I simply woke up one morning,
And realized I was all alone![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]At first, I was kinda panic stricken,
Then I gave it a little thought
Decided it mightn't be so bad,
If a different line of thinkin' I sought.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I could rise a little later,
From my sprawling, comfy bed.
Make it up (if I'd a mind to),
Or just throw the covers up instead![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I could take the longest shower,
Or even a luxurious bubble bath,
And have all the hot water needed.
How could I not like that?[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]So I got up and made some coffee.
Made it just the way I like,
And met three of the finest gals around,
Named Me, Myself, and I.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I used to know them when I was young,
But forgot them for awhile.
Lost and forgotten amidst family life...
To meet again sure brought a smile.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Me can be quite loud and boastful,
When she's a mind to be.
I is, usually, quiet and shy,
But sometimes teams up with Me.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I like them both, don't get me wrong,
And will no matter what!
But what has surprised me most of all...
I like Myself a lot![/FONT]


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When I Was a Kid©
3/12

When I was a kid, we played for hours on end,
But we played outside with our neighbors and friends.
We made elaborate forts, and had China Berry fights,
Made shields and swords and made believe we were knights.
We made cities and roads on vacant lots everywhere,
And did crazy things on a double dog dare...
Chose our teams with “One potato two potato three potato four”
Mother's voice calling loud, “Y'all don't slam the door...”
We drew circles in the dirt, the arena for “War,”
Pocket knives, spinnin' tops, and marbles galore!
We all learned to dance to the latest groovy beat
And glided for miles with skates strapped to our feet.
There were no cell phones or Ipods or computers, Oh no!
But anybody who was anybody had a transistor radio!
We rode all over town on shiny Schwinn[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

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With their coaster brakes and baskets and cool headlights.
Playin' cards clipped to the chain guard, tight
Makin' all of 'em sound like a small motor bike.
I'm sorry for kids, in these modern times
Who, for the latest technologies will stand hours in line,
When they could be outside playing, imaginations turned loose
And not tied to some gadget that's in constant use.
They could be running and playing and stretching their legs,
Building kites and derby cars, seein' which one is best.
But parents these days aren't allowed to insist.
It's just a shame, these days, kids don't know what they've missed!

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West Texas Sagebrush Lizard©
12/11

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]There's a little lizard lives out here,
They say he's runnin' out o' time,
And his very existence here
Is messin' with a lot o' people's mind![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now, I'm all for conservation,
And preservin' habitat.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But if he wins like some folks want, we lose!
And there's somethin' [/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]wrong[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif] with that![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They say all the drillin' that's goin' on
In our neck of these woods,
Is threatenin' that lizard's sagebrush home[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And not doin' him a [/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]bit[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif] o' good.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They want all the drillin' here to stop
Until they can study more
Even took his plight to Washington,
Right up to the White House door![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now, I believe that little lizard
Is more than happy to oblige,
When they start to drill a big deep well
To move a hundred feet or so to the side.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And when he's runnin' down an oilfield road
Where runnin' 's easy, in a rut,
And he hears the rumble of those big ole trucks
He's smart enough to move his butt![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I don't believe that drillin' out here
Is doin' very much to the little guy,
But that there's just not enough for him to eat
Because of all the pesticides![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We spray the bees, we spray the weeds
We spray for ticks and fleas.
We spray for mosquitoes, wasps and hornets,
Spray the cattle for disease.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]That poor little lizard is starving out
But if we stop drillin' we will too!
There's just gotta be an “in between”
Before there's a law we cain't undo![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I gotta hope that [/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]folks[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif] will win,[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To keep on drillin' is my wish.
But ask them folks in California...[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif] went starvin' for a fish![/FONT]​

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[Leahs Mom]

Thank you! (I found it!!) I loved reading those.

 

[qball53]

Fabulous reading ..... I could read them for hours !

 

[Erin~TheChickenLover]

Thank you so much for posting these Brie! I really enjoyed reading them, your mother-in-law definitely had a talent for writing.

 

[therapydoglady]

Here's a few more of a slightly different flavor. Will try to keep it varied. She was so adaptable & could write about anything! Brie

Sunset in West Texas[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

9/10[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I was out this evening
Feeding the horses and other stock,
When I looked toward the West,
And my ole heart bid me stop.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]If I live to be a hundred,
And live a hundred different places,
There'll never be another place
Wit sunsets like West Texas.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The colors in the Western sky
Would not be used by any artist.
Orange and pink and purple hues
Darkened clouds with silver margins.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They say it's dust up in the air
Or atmospheric conditions.
But I just gotta think of it
As the Lord's preferred rendition.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]No one here on planet earth
Could possibly combine
Any color combinations
More beautiful than Thine![/FONT]



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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Circus Work

10/10
We drove cattle to the valley
Quite a bit early for the year
The winter snow had hit us twice
And the grass had disappeared.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We waited 'till the moon weren't full
Then started workin' calves,
Vaccinatin' all the cows
And reattachin' tags.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We'd been workin' ten days now
And gettin' close to done,
When we heard poor ole Marvin yell
“LEWIS! GET YOUR GUN!”[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]We all jumped up on our feet
To see what was goin' on.
Marve was runnin' from a cow
Oh man! The chase was on![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Marve's horse was still holdin' taut
A pig-tied baldie calf
And mama was hot after Marve
And havin' none o' that![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Finally Marve had reached a tree
And was about to leave the ground
When that ole cow gave him a boost
Then wouldn't let him down.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]All the while Marve's ole horse
Kept draggin' the calf across the ground.
Bawlin' for his ticked-off mom
When Mac arrived on Clown.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Mac got off and was tryin' hard
To get the piggin' string off the calf



But when he looked o're his shoulder
He saw it's mama comin' fast.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now Clown was a real good horse
But he was young and green
And he could not anticipate
What all this commotion means![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Mac ran t'ward Clown and took a leap
And yelled “Heeyaaaa!” at once
And Clown took of like a shot
And made Mac miss his jump![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now there he was, flat on his butt
The cow was comin' fast
Then Mac was runnin for that tree
And the cow was on his ***![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Now Mac was a lot taller than Marve,
So he made it up in the tree,
But those long skinny legs were danglin'.
And the cow was workin' on his knees.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]“ SHOOT THE *****!” Mac yelled at Lew
Marve was tryin' to pull him up
But we were all just dyin' laughin'
Man this was circus stuff![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Meanwhile the calf was on his feet
With the noose still 'round his neck.
And Marve's ole horse kept backin' up
Givin' that poor calf heck.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The calf let out another bawl,
Mama turned, “Y'all watch this!”
And Lew took aim with his rifle
Fired his shot, the taut rope split
.
Last time we saw that crazed ole cow
She and calf were headed east,
And we could finally collect ourselves
Enough to help the boys down from that tree![/FONT]

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Prayer for Otis [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

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1/12[/FONT]


[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Dear God, I have a new friend You see
But she's ever so far away.
She's having a real rough time right now
And it was really hard for her today.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]She has a cat that she holds dear
Which is very sick at the vets,
And the snow's so deep, she can't get out
And she hasn't got to see him yet.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]So please, Dear God, if You see fit
Lay Your Hand on Otis today
And if You feel he's got to go
Please grant him a peaceful way.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Be with my friend in her time of need
Please, give her Peace of Mind,
And let her know she's not alone
Through this painful and difficult time.[/FONT]

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Bathin' Kitties [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]

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4/12[/FONT]


[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I had a litter of 5 little kittens
A dog killed their mother, and so
The person who owned them promptly thought
“To Rory's house these must go!”[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And then in just a couple of days,
The dog catcher brought 5 more
A dog had killed their mommy, too,
So he brought those kitties to my door![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I fed them every other hour,
And then stretched it out to three.
And now they go for 4 or five
Lots easier on me![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But now they're older, and that means
They're eatin' lots more too!
And sometimes they just won't pee and poop
With their warm wet cotton ball que.*[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]So now there's poopies in their cage
And therefore, in their fur,
And wet cotton balls can't do the job,
So to the bath we must defer![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I stack the towels, and warm the soap,
Leave the dryer to warm on low,
Stuff 10 kitties in a crate,
And to the bathroom we all go.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]First one out is a little blue
With orange spots around her eyes.
I soap her up and rinse her off,
An then we go to dry.[/FONT]

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She wiggles and squirms and carries on,
Probably thinks she's gonna die!
But pretty soon she settles down,
Dry from tail to spotted eye.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And next is yellow Tom Tom Cat
He does not care if he is clean.
He, too squirms and carries on
Prob'ly thinks I'm just bein' mean.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Then off we go to dry him, too
What's this? It's yellow rain!
All over the table, and me, and him,
So we have to start again![/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And this goes on (and on, and on...)
'Till I have 10 kitties dry and clean.
And then they pile up in their crate,
To sleep...purr-chance, to dream.[/FONT]



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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]*Newborn kittens must be stimulated by their mother's rough tongue in order to urinate and defecate. They aren't very capable of eliminating on their own until they are several weeks old. This keeps the nest clean and odor free and therefore, keeps predators from smelling the nest. Primitive instincts? I guess. But every time I bottle feed babies, regardless of the species, I generate GREAT appreciation for mothers. They do YOMEN'S work keeping their litters clean and fed![/FONT]​

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God's Agave

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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The man had walked for hours
Across the desert bare
Desperate in his heart and soul
For a respite shade to share.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]His water supply was running low
His legs were getting weak
The sun was sinking in the west
He had to find a place to sleep.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And as the sun was setting low
He looked up in despair
And saw a lone agave
As if God had placed it there.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He made his way toward it
It was the tallest thing for miles
He found fire wood and matches
And fresh water made him smile.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He built a fire and took a drink
And settled down to sleep
Wondering at this circumstance
That stirred his heart so deep.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Then early the next morning
He sat straight up to hear
The sound of donkeys braying
And a Mexican Balladeer.[/FONT]


[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]“Buenos Dios, Signor!” he said
With a most welcoming smile
And gestured to a donkey
For the man to ride awhile.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The Mexican replenished the pile of wood
And left more water too.
It was quite obvious to the man
That this was a usual thing to do.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They rode along for several miles
To a little village in the sand
The Mexican singing all the way
Though the man could not understand.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They stopped before an adobe house
That had several rooms to let
And a small girl showed him in
Who had a small goat as her pet.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They both skipped down the hall
And opened a welcoming door
And disappeared without a word
But soon reappeared once more.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]On a tray she had some food
And clean towels for a bath
And pointed an angelic finger
To the bath house down a path.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The man was made most welcome
Given food and shelter there.
And next morning he was rescued
By people searching everywhere.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]They shook the man's shoulder
To bring him to wakefulness
“We've found you at last!” They cried
They showed their worry and distress.[/FONT]

[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The man looked all around
The desert was all that he could see.
But he'd made it to God's Agave
The desert's answer to a tree.[/FONT]
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[1Teacherchick]

These poems bring back wonderful memories of my grandparents. Thank you so much for sharing them!

 

[galanie]

I am not a poetry fan. But I love these! They all do tell a story and I love them. I like "When I was a kid" and the sagebrush lizard one the best. So true! Course, I'm almost as old as she was so I guess that's why. I remember "Rawhide" too. Loved it.

 

[therapydoglady]

Thiis one is very long, but it is terribly funny, and I can just picture it all going down in my head. Enjoy! Brie & Bryan

Ice Cream in High Country

9/10

Cooky stayed the night with us
to help us settle in
Get cord wood chopped & stove in order
He's bad as a mother hen!

But we're glad to have him here
Even one extra day.
'Cause he's the best cook in these parts,
At least WE allus say.

Marve he cain't cook a'tall
So he happily chops the wood,
'Cause he sure does eat a lot,
And appreciates food that's good.

Lew he ain't much of a cook neither,
So he fetches all the water
And that saves us all from HIS efforts
And sure protects our larder!

When Marve came in the shack
His shirt all wet with sweat,
“Sure wish we had some of Cooky's ice cream,
To cool us down a bit.”

We all started talkin' & rememberin'
Just how good it is,
And Cooky said “t'ain't hard a'tall,
In fact it is a whiz!”

“All you need for good ice cream
Is some sugar, eggs, and milk.
Pure cream is really better, and
Makes ice cream as smooooth as silk.”

“Of course you need a good supply
of ice, and of course some salt
to pack around the freezer,
Then you churn it 'till it halts!”

“We got ice all year 'round
In that crack up on that hill,
And we got cows, for heaven's sake
If we can get one to stand still!”

“I can milk a cow,” Gus said,
“Standin' still or not!
Bring us a freezer, next trip Cook,
And we'll sure give it a shot!”

So plans were made to make ice cream
There was such anticipation!
The month sure does drag along
When so many folks are waitin'.

Finally, tho, the month did pass,
And Cooky brought all our supplies,
He even brought a new ice cream freezer,
We were so surprised!

“Thought ya'll might like to have
A freezer here all the time,
I make it at the house so much
I didn't want to bring you mine.

“I'm gonna stay here just one night
'Cause I've just got to see
Ole Gus milk a range cow
Just to make ice cream!”

“I'll milk a silly cow all right,
Just you wait and see.
“I'll rope her up and tie her head
up snug to yonder tree!”

So out he went and roped a cow
and pulled her to the shack,
And put her in the pen we had
for horses out in the back.

“We'll separate her from that big old calf.
Leave her penned out there all night.
By mornin' there'll be enough milk
to make it worth the fight!”

The cow and calf both bawled and bawled
serenaded us all night long,
We'us eatin' breakfast next mornin'
A'fore we missed their awful song.

Gus got up to check his cow,
came back mad as a wet hen.
“Stupid calf is happy now,
He's suckin' 'er through the fence!”

“I know what I'll do,” he said
“I'll tie her to the center post,
Then that calf cain't get to her,
Just bawl a lot at most.”

So off he went to make a halter
to tie his cow in the middle
The calf a little crazy now,
The cow far from being settled.

“We're gonna have butter milk, Gus,
The way she's jumpin' around!
Cain't you find a calmer one,
And won't she need some found?”

Gus, well, he just glared at us,
“This un is just fine!”
And set off to get some food for her
“Durn calf has sucked her dry!”

He fed his cow and watered her
Put the calf in another pen
So that everything he wrecked last night
Could be put back right again.

When evening came we all gathered
And sat on corral fence rails
And was settin' at the ready
When ole Gus brought out his pail.

“You guys get outa here!
You got nothin' better to do?”
We all asked each other & decided that
“We'd rather come watch you!”

Well Gus went on in the corral
And pulled his cow up close
And tied her head up good and snug
To that center post.

Then he got a noose around
Her left back foot and then
She sent that pail a sailin'
Clean over the the rails of the fence!


We got the pail and fetched it back
Gus got another rope,
And lassoed that ole cows' other foot
And tied IT to the post.

Then Gus squatted down with his pail
And reached to grab a tit
And that ole cow just came unwound
Knocked poor Gus into orbit!

Well he got up and came on back
to give it another try,
Next thing we see was that pail again
Go a whizzin' by!

“Well THAT ain't gonna work,” he said
Scratched his head and circled 'round.
“Come help me boys, I need to get
This ole witch on the ground!”

“Why don't you just stretch her out?”
We all asked from our perch.
He looked at her and a light came on
“You know that just might work!”

Poor ole cow was huffin' now
She was getting kinda tired.
But Gus hadn't got a drop of milk
And he was pretty wired.

He finally got both back feet
Tied up in a noose
But with one great lunge, she broke one out
And he got knocked on his caboose!


After 'bout another hour,
He got the poor old thing tied down.
And he commenced a milkin' her
While she was broadside on the ground.

After a good amount of time,
He announced that he was done,
And put his milk pail to one side,
Twas a hard-fought battle, won.

He let the old girl's feet a loose
And then untied her head.
Then opened the gate to let her out
But she ran at him instead!

His denim shirt was fairly green
With manure she'd let him have,
And what happened next, I have to say
Was awfully awfully sad.

While she was chasin' him 'round the pen
She stomped a back foot in that pail
And poor ole Gus's hard earned milk
Was goin' right to ****!

“You old Witch!” he yelled at her
“Someone get my gun!”
But she was already down the hill
And still may be on the run!

We all laughed clean to the house
“Well, it was a real nice dream!”
But when we came in we saw Cooky
With a gallon of fresh ice cream!


“Gee thanks, Cooky!” we all said
and started digging in.
He had proved to us one more time
He's the best cook there's ever been!

“I knew how this was gonna play out,
But still it had to be seen,
Just how far you boys would go
For a bowl of fresh ice cream!”​

 

[babymakes6]

I can picture that happening! That was too funny!

I finally found the time to check out this thread. Thanks for sharing them with us, Brie (and Bryan too)!

 

[galefrances]

I came to this website and thread too late to get to know ' Therapydoglady', but I've grown to love her through these writings and her family that obviously loved her dearly. Thank you Brie and Bryan for sharing a part of her witih us.