Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Git along doggies

The 15th annual B.C. Cowboy festival is about to descend upon Kamloops and I are in it. I thought it might be a bit of a stretch losing all of that fine grammar I were taught at the university but apparently, at least according to my profs, I was doing a very good job of masking any grammar that I had picked up.

Fortunately, aficionados of cowboy doggerel are not as discerning. And it is for those that I post the following:

The hundred dollar shirt

I could’a spent the money
on booze or girls that flirt
But there’s nothing like the feeling
Of a hundred dollar shirt

The girls will often leave ya
And the booze just makes you hurt
But you’ll never be mistreated
By a hundred dollar shirt

Oh, I could’ve paid the feed bill,
Or squared up with the vet
But the smell of fresh pressed cotton
Why a fellow can’t forget

With its brocade and its buttons
Why it’s better than dessert
And I’m prouder than a peacock
In my hundred dollar shirt

So when you’re feeling beaten
Whipped by life’s relentless quirt
You’ll find the perfect pick-me-up
Is a hundred dollar shirt

Bright and gaily coloured
Neatly pressed right off the rack
More like a million dollars
You got hanging on your back

And when my race is over
And they lay me in the dirt
You’ll surely see me smiling
In my hundred dollar shirt

1 comment:

  1. I'm sure you have a winner here Frank. Nice work.


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