I got a call from a neighbor lady,

“Could you please bring your rope?

My gelding’s been running loose all summer

And I aint got a hope.”

The little brute was halter broke.

He’d been hauled and shown a lot.

He would eat grain from her hand.

She just could not get him caught.

She tempted him with the bucket,

As I stepped out to the side,

Punched a hole in my old lariat,

And threw it high and wide.

He only took a jump or two,

Before he laid down and quit.

Them Llamas aint too hard to rope

 But the buggers sure can spit!

Mike Puhallo

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