Yahoo Buckaroo! Poem by Charles Darnell

“Yahoo buckaroo! ”
Your bare butt bouncing
To the clop of your cowboy boots,
Six guns high in the air!
“Where’s your pants boy? ”
But you hear the laugh behind gruff words
And grin madly, running back down the hall.

I jump up to catch you,
But you’ve already peeled out
The driveway,
One hand on the wheel,
The other waving crazily,
Off on a hot one tonight.
You get back late
Loosening that tie
To plop yourself on the couch,
Only to feel the weight of your own
Buckaroo jumping right on your belly
With a wild giggle,
And your breath is almost gone,
But before old Death
Walks off with it,
You reach out with your six gun and yell,
“Yahoo buckaroo! ”
And give him one,
Right between the eyes!