![]() Buffalo (From Clyde and I)A Poem by Dave Brown![]() Chapter 13![]() Much, much later that night, we were beset by a raging tornado This extremely strong wind carry us over to the local rodeo As
we flew by, we saw an older newspaper on a home’s porch Allowing
us to highlight an advertisement, using our torch We
read that this rodeo starred Bad Boy Bart and Crazy Gal Sue Who
had captured a Buffalo herd with one humongous lasso They
had all then been taken to the plains via a steam train ride Along
with the man who would ultimately slice off each hide This scary scenario had the doomed Buffalo’s bucking and weaving Until
they sent a rep. who informed that the whole Buffalo herd was leaving This was unfortunate because Clyde and one friendly Buffalo Both
wanted to go and see another Wild West Show Altho’ unknown, this gorgeous Buffalo beauty was loved by another Who
had been following ‘her’ while staying discreetly under cover Carefully concealed neath a Navaho blanket of red and white And was was not about to give up his Bison babe without sumkina fight But
when this great beast saw the two buying tickets for the Rock Island Line The
gigantic, heart-broken beast began uncontrollably sobbin and cryin With
the gigantic beast now suffering from a broken heart The
sound created by his wailing and yowling caused an on-train-stampede to start This
serious situation had me realize that I’d been too thoughtless And
that my method of breaking up Buffalo love affairs was far from spotless This
had me immediately contacted John Wayne hoping for sumsorta resolution Hoping
that this famous, wild west Hombre, might have sumkina significant solution John
replied was that we should let the initial lovers go quietly off together Letting Bison He and Bison She go off into the fabled land of never, never The
result was that the steam train was rerouted to Albuquerque With
our immediate futures being at best, somekina murky That
was till Crazy Gal Sue almost got grabbed by Sir Lancelot This had us realize we had to find her a good hiding spot With
Fort Apache having been closed, at least this we’d been told It
became evident our time on the lonesome prairie was beginning to fold Instead,
our route took us into Alberta, land of endless bugs and snow Where we could avoid the Tin Man and his unsuitably, uninsulated chapeau Since
in that cool, dank climate his efforts were an additional bust Because the round-table suit manufacturer hadn’t thought about rust In
central Alberta we shacked-up in a humongous barn filled with no. ! hay Which
is where, for that winter, the Buffalo herd, Clyde and I had decided to stay. Altho’
before settling, Clyde noticing a rumble in his belly Having him quickly trot outside where he got rid of something velly smelly © 2024 Dave Brown |
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Added on June 16, 2024 Last Updated on June 16, 2024 Author![]() Dave BrownNanaimo Vancouver Island, West coast, CanadaAboutI'd like to thank those who have been kind enough to review my efforts. more..Writing
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