Prit' Near House Broke

Now I write poetry for a livin',

between breaking colts and other stuff,

Aint held an honest job in years,

sometimes a cowboy's life is rough!

I used call myself a rancher,

And I still own as many cattle,

But if we relied on them for a livin'

We'd be up that Creek without a paddle.

So I write in rhymes and train my horses,

do the dishes and mop the floors,

Fix fences and peddle books,

In between the household chores.

I ride the range and scrub the pots,

try to write some stories down,

But what holds this place together,

Is a wife that works in town!

Mike Puhallo

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