Purple ChapsA Poem by Samuel DickensIt's what cowgirls wear?
Purple as the rain, they were
The chaps that she put on
All to do her ironing in
And make it so much fun
Flattening out those dungarees
With hot iron hissing steam
The sight made Ken's go-giddy-up
Race-gallop, dash and wheeze
There atop that ironing board
Ol' Ken, he said a prayer
And rode the girl in purple chaps
Who bucked him in the air
(And now, Phil Lynott sings... )
Roll me over and turn me around
Keep me spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over that load o'clothes
We're riding in the rodeo!
© 2018 Samuel DickensAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on December 17, 2018 Last Updated on December 19, 2018 AuthorSamuel DickensAlma, ARAboutGreetings, all. I'm a seventy-six year-old father of three sons who enjoys writing, art, music, motorcycles, cooking, and a few other things. From 1967 to 1988, I served in the US Navy, where I travel.. more..Writing
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