Cayuse Poem by Steve Howard

Cayuse



From riding a rowdy cayuse,
old tenderfoot has bruised his caboose.
All the saddle bumped inta,
turned sorta mauve and magenta,
and his giddyup a lovely chartreuse.

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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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