Cowboy’s Lament : a depilatory ditty

There once was a cowboy named Beaut

Whose shoulders and back were hirsute

His wife said “My Nair

Will remove all that hair

Then I’ll see your true birthday suit”

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Beaut had no desire to be shorn

Nor resemble the day he was born

His manly pelt offered

The chance to be “coiffured”

By Shirl at the town’s hair salon

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Angst was no stranger to Beaut

A sensible plan was not moot

He fled ‘cross the plain

With his cowboy pal Wayne

And both Shirl and his wife in pursuit

Disclaimer : all persons named above are purely fictional. The slightest resemblance to any person(s), living or dead, is purely a figment of your own imagination.

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