the Cowboy Pimp

 I don't know what he was pimpin, but he was pimpin fo sho!

I'm sure he was unaware of everyone around him, or he did not care,

but he was pimpin fo sho!

I could not help but to compare him to a peacock,

cause he was pimpin fo sho!

 

 Looked him up and down and with every glance I found,

something differant about his atire, that I did not see before.

Black cowboy boots flanked on both sides with silver studded

pazlies and a pointed toe, big pimpin!

 

 Electric blue pants tucked into the boots, shocking and loud

to say the least.

Button up shirt with pearl white buttons and pazlies all over, shrewd.

Not only the shirt but the pants where hiked up behond Steve Erkil.

 

 His jacket, oh my, his jacket. Coverd int the same pazly pattern

as before only more loud than than an air horn on his frenzied train.

He was rushing headlong to his destination,wherever that was

and I'm sure when he arrived he came in with a bang.

 

 Top it off with Black leather gloves over which wore rings on each

of his piano fingers, and a Stetson that spoke only of mourning.

Perhaps he was mourning who he used to be, or perhaps he was

mourning who he had become, but he was certainly pimpin fo sho!

 

 Perhaps I will run into the cowboy pimp again

Then I can ask him what his name is

and tell him he rocked the cowboy pimp look

Perhaps he has no name but he was pimpin fo sho!

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work here.

[Erin]

i love this sooooo much! a total favorite sweetie(: i laughed after every "pimpin fo sho" the title made me want to read and it was worth it

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I've never seen a cowboy pimp before; the idea is pretty funny. This is well written, descriptive and an interesting read. Good work!