Buffalo (From Clyde and I)

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