Gordon Jerome


The Jug - Poem by Gordon Jerome

Hey there cowboy pass me your jug
And I’ll tell you a story after a slug
About a cowhand you may have met
And if you haven’t you may just yet
He’s drove ever trail you ever knew
And goes by the handle Lasso Lou
Now Lasso Lou’s a right good man
To find one better I doubt you can
All your best he can probably out do
That my brave friend is Lasso Lou
He’s chased the wind across the sky
And upon a horse they say he can fly
I once saw him swim the Rio Grande
On his back with a calf in each hand
He tells the month by sniffing the air
And quiets a room with one icy stare
They say Lou can back any man down
Then leave him alone wearing a frown
When Lasso drinks the town goes dry
And when he leaves all the ladies cry
He’s more of a man than me or you
That my friend is Ole Lasso Lou.
“closing thought”
A tale often grows every time that it’s told
But a good one they say never grows old


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010



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