I’m just a teen.
Here it is:
The Kid Cowboy
Even from his first birthday, you could see what he could become.
He wore his cowboy boots all the time. He would be a rancher, and then some.
Striding each step with a southern stockman draw
He wore those cowboy boots like it was the law
To watch him grow up was like a pleasant old country movie
He would take his plastic pistol and pretend to shoot me.
That boy got his lucky lasso and let it go around my leg
Pulled me right in and didn’t let me go ‘till I was to beg
On his third birthday, we got him a rocking horse
He got his gaucho gear and rode it to the source
At the time, it was plain white wood and bare,
But he painted that piece and made it into a mare.
He called her Lacey, it was her now her official name
My wife had grown tired of his trouble and put me to blame
“Why’d you get him started in all that cowboy mess?”
“He does all this riding to too much excess”
She took away his lasso; she took away his boots,
She took away poor Lacey, and she started our disputes.
We talked over dinner without our son around
And we ended up putting his next Christmas present in the pound
Then when he was older, and then when he was ten
I snuck him to rodeo and showed him the huge horse pen
He loved those cowboy people with their shiny spotless spurs
He said he wanted to be one; that is the job he prefers
Then my wife found out and she was utterly mad at me
“You’ve ruined our child’s future. Can’t you dad gum just see?”
Explaining what our child wanted was a difficult task, it’s true
If she’d only been with them, if she’d only knew!
At the age of seventeen, he was as cowboy as cowboy’s been
He got a rough stubble and a herdsman hat to begin
Then he got new bronco boots and a belt buckle that really shines
My wife had to give in; he’s a cowboy, look at the signs
He grew up to be a businessman, but we will never soon forget
That he was destined to be a cowboy, just not one yet.
We loved him still and supported him all the same
I just wonder what became of his cowboy name:
Texas Timmy
Ill have to say .. its been a LONG TIME since i’ve seen true poetry coming from someone speaking english .. you have rhythm, rimes, okay metaphors.
You’re on the right way .. stay away from that prose crap that has no sense, this is much better
now for actual pointers .. you dont have to be your rimes next to each other .. in your quatrain, they can be like 1 2 2 1 .. 1 2 1 2 .. not just 1 1 2 2 .. they can even reach 2 quatrains ..
you can also count your syllables .. so that each line has the same number of syllables in them, it adds to the whole balance/rhythm
seriously .. what fresh air .. hey everyone , this is how poetry should be done.
Inside Out covers the Billy Currington smash hit song “Must Be Doing something Right”.
