I sat down to write a poem
with a country and western feel
that didn’t include redneck bashing
or livestock abuse, or clichéd
blue and battered misery
or – God forbid – a pickup truck
or wrassling steers
or wrangling gators
or singing hallelujah
to a televangelist
So I came up with this:
I like hats
(small edits thanks to Only Rob)
with a country and western feel
that didn’t include redneck bashing
or livestock abuse, or clichéd
blue and battered misery
or – God forbid – a pickup truck
or wrassling steers
or wrangling gators
or singing hallelujah
to a televangelist
So I came up with this:
I like hats
(small edits thanks to Only Rob)
It could be worse
