Picked up my Guitar,
put down my beer.
Walk away from the bar,
Of her I will steer clear.
She almost tripped me,
as I walked by.
She was so wild and free,
and I am so shy.
We met head to head,
'Hallo Cowboy', she said.
I said, ' Well howdy-duddy'
I was on my way for a pee.
That's to much info, for me.
You go for your pee.
That was the last I saw of her,
I got on my horse, and dug in my Spur
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lost chances? ...great poem...thanks for a laugh dave...love...nalini