No Ordinary Laughing Cowboy He - Poem by Ron Stock
My Daddie and I didn't always get along,
Best day of my life's the day he passed on.
'Cause too many times when he started to drinking,
The crusty ol' fool just seemed to stop thinking.
One day in my teens he was talking his trash,
So I called him a drunk, tried to kick his ass.
On this fateful day in the dung and the mud,
He was a tough old guy, a first class stud.
He pinned me to the ground like a friggin' cross,
Then spit in my face, just to show me who's boss.
Next, he hogtied me like a helpless calf,
Stood up, put a boot on my chest, and started to laugh.
Only this time Daddie's laugh was no ordinary laugh.
This time, in the middle of his fun, his laugh changed,
And began to sound like the whimper of a dying coyote;
High-pitched, penetrating, frightening really,
Cutting into the brain like a lunatic's scream.
No, this time, Daddie's laugh was no ordinary laugh.
I'm still bitter about his joke in the corral.
When he set me free I ran like hell.
That he was the stronger man I had no doubt,
So I steered clear of him from then on out.
But he revealed to me a side I won't forget;
On this day,
I think he was the craziest man, that I ever met.
But here's one thing I'm proud to say,
He worked like a mule the whole damned day;
Shoeing his horses and tendin' his spread,
To give his family with some daily bread.
And though his life wasn't brimmin' with joy,
I knew in my heart, Daddie, was a good ol' cowboy.
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