Antediluvian Cowboy Poem by Yorktown Disciple

With Levis smelling of horse exhaustion and used leather,
(the mercy in every gallop would spill on thy boots,
and cause the Devil to ride next to immoral disputes) .
Dangers of the range were more threatening than the weather,

The Cowboy was older than Noah's flood, and crippled,
He was looking to stay in the saddle to the end of the drive,
For the last round up made him feel scarcely alive,
With his horse out of breath, a hungry belly, odds of dying tripled,

But he rode on, keeping the herd moving as he grew older,
Oh, Lord, riding into his sunset years was very painful,
Pray thee! aging permits his life to burn away, then smolder,
Made worse by the stench of cowhide becoming disdainful:

Turning into an ancient, decrepit cowboy, out on the open range,
Makes his daily sins and everlasting hope an impossible exchange.