My Dad told me when he was about four years old, he got a cowboy outfit for Christmas.
The following is inspired by his story.
He was a short cowboy, about four feet tall.
His hair was dark, as were his eyes, along with mischief lurking there.
He wore his cowboy get-up, black hat and cowboy boots.
Holster and toy pistol on his hip.
Standing on the fence, he lassoed a cow around her neck.
Wrapped the rope around a fence post.
Thing was—when the cow moved,
So did the fence.
That cowboy was in deep doo-doo.
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