“Buffalo Bill” hitched up with
the rodeo just
outside of our town

we knew Bill’s type:
he bothered the locals with
his braggart ways,
the cheap saddle look, and the
haggard hack horse he rode around
(never mind the improper looks
he gave the ladies in our town)

“Sally the Chieftain,”
sole owner of the “Eat then Ride” café
warned Bill
“ look at me that way again and
you’ll be ridin’ outta here with your
ass pinned to the tail of that donkey!”

Bill’s looks didn’t bother me
(never been a real lady, anyway)
and I bedded him down

he showed me horse
and saddle
riding skills
and reining

fancy what a rodeo man
can do for a girl