The Cowboy

I wrangle around the living room
rounding up strays on this old broom.
With sixguns tied around my waist
and a mess of bad guys I must chase.
I hop a long with my guns blazin'
never sure of what dangers I'm facin'.

An ambush is waitin' around that bend
I'll bet it's that dang Sponge Bob again.
He robbed the bank and shot Leroy
and now he'll face this mad cowboy.
I'll bring him in, now don't you fret.
The day he crossed me he'll soon regret.

In victory I ride back into town
and Ma is there waitin' as I climb down.
I reckon she wants to clean up this room,
so I must surrender my faithful broom.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

Lovely write, made me smile. You pictured well the kid's perspective. One can easily relate. It's smoothly flowing, and rhythm and rhyme are good. Well done!

[Michelle]

Adorable write, nice flow and meter as well. Made me smile

Michelle