Fun Stuff and Humorous Stories by C.L. (Cindy) Beck
Isn't cowboy poetry fun? Some of the poems brings tears of sadness to the eyes, while others bring side-splitting laughter. I'm a fan of cowboy poetry, and although I'm not experienced enough to feel comfortable standing up in front of people and reading aloud my own verses, I don't mind sharing it with my readers ... just don't ask me to recite it!
The Day I Broke El Diablo
By C.L. Beck
I used to be a cowgirl, once,
Back in my younger days
And when I broke Diablo
It brought accolade and praise.
I climbed up on that critter,
While he stomped and pawed the dirt.
I pulled my hat a way down low
And tuckered in my shirt.
I gave a little, bitty poke
With spurs, upon his side
And he bucked so mighty, awful hard
I thought I’d almost died.
He crow hopped this-a-way and that,
And fifteen feet of air
Showed between my lucky saddle
And my little derriere.
I knew I needed somethin’ good
That wasn’t too overt,
That would keep me in the pocket
So I wouldn’t hit the dirt.
So, I slid down off that bronco,
Took a wad out of my pack
Stuck it tight on to the saddle,
Then climbed right up on his back.
I said, “You crazy, buckin’ bronc,
I’m gonna win, you’ll see,
Cuz that's a piece of bubblegum
That’s sticking me to thee.”
Well, ol' Diablo gave a look,
A grin that seemed most evil,
And started tossin’ me around;
My guts went in upheaval.
He snorted snot and it was gross,
But I just plain ignored him,
Until a big ol’ grizzly bear
Strolled up right there before him.
That horse, he didn’t like it much
And I can’t say I blamed him,
Cuz grizzlies usually aren’t too nice
Unless someone has tamed ‘em.
Diablo tore off faster than
I ever thought he could’a
And I hung on much tighter
Than I ever thought I would’a.
He headed straight into the trees,
With me a hollerin’, “Whoa, Dear!”
And “Gee” and “Haw” and other words,
I prob’ly shouldn’t show here.
And I’d have been okay except
For one thing—I am certain—
Which caused in me a feeling
That was mighty disconcertin’.
This great big, fat ol’ bumbly-bee
Came buzzing in for battle,
And crawled between that horse and me,
Right under my danged saddle.
Diablo, he just pitched a fit
Then jumped up toward the sun,
If I had known much better
I might not have thought it fun.
But I was just a cowgirl then,
Back in my younger days
And when Mama called for supper,
My respect I had to pay.
I parked that ol' Diablo
In a corner of the stable
And went in for my supper,
Glad for food that’s on the table.
And to this day there’s never been
A bronco that’s more wild,
Than the stick one that I rode upon
When I was just a child.
------ © C.L. (Cindy) Beck------
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