A Real Comedown Poem by George Hunter
A Real Comedown
A cowpoke came walking into town.
Upon his face was a great big frown.
—His horse bucked him off into a sticker
—Then ran off without even a nicker.
That's what I call a real comedown.
We pulled out all the thorns by hand.
The time he had wasn't all that grand.
—So be careful in the future
—Or you'll maybe need a suture
And be more discreet where you land.
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4/25/2024 11:33:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An amusing short poem which I enjoyed. Comedy is what makes the world go around Best Steve A Mad Merseyside Poet