Those tight blue-jeans with their
oversized belt buckle,
soft sooty cowboy hat
red bandana around your muscled neck
pressed white shirt
topped off with cowboy boots
make you a fantasy to me.
Don’t give up, Texas Man.
Keep those beers coming, sweetie;
if you send enough my way
I might puppy-dog back to your hotel room,
show you what city lovin’ feels like.
Better than those sheep you’re used to,
angel face.
Oh, and quit asking that other bitch to
dance.
-Nicola Barber