With the Cowboy Gathering happening this week The Telegraph asked: “folks for some impromptu cowboy poetry?”

Jesse Lee Armer

 

“Riding west, chasing the sun, just me, my horse, my boots, my gun.”

Margy Dudley
“The pay sticks, my butt’s soar but there’s no other place I’d rather be more.”

Aaron Schmitt

 “I got a stallion that’s real mean and to ride him I got to stay lean so when the sun sets at the end of the scene that’s when I’ll eat another can of beans.”

Penelope Jackson

“Mmmm cowboys…tight jeans…big…boots…mmmm cowboys!”

Billy Bob

 		“Never accept a slice of orange from a cowboy cuz you never know where his knife has been.”