There's always some real interesting twists and turns to ranch life, but here's one that that really
takes the cake.
My Gilded Filly
A young, filly palomino, one I trailered from Encino,
Was much wilder than a country whore and nearly as uncouth.
My first time up in the saddle made that filly's innards
And she bucked so hard her head swung back and really broke my tooth!
With her snortin' nostrils flarin,' she took off with me aswearin'
Forty cusswords I've anarin used, and sailors ain't aswore.
To the reins I held on tighter, with my knuckles turnin'
As that palomino "horse-from-hell" kicked dust behind and fore.
For the woods she straight was headin', just what I had been adreadin,'
But I ne'er could change her mind atall -- nor turn her left or right.
She was madder than a lady who'd been dealt some dealin's
And was bent on throwin' me that day -- or surely by that night!
Now, what happened next is blurry, 'cause it happened in a hurry,
That damn palomino tripped and fell from steppin' in a rut;
Well, I think that is the reason, though my brain is out of
But whatever caused that horse to fall, it saved my quiv'rin' butt!
That darn filly gave no darn, as she galloped toward the barn,
Leavin' me to walk nigh eight long miles while freezin' in the cold.
After takin' two slow limps, oozing black stuff made me
Stooping down to take a closer look, hot damn! 'twas liquid gold!
It's been nigh on thirty years since that filly gave me fears,
But them oil wells that have sprung up since sure he'ped my fears to pass;
When that palomino died, I just stuffed her orn'ry
Then with purest gold I gilded her -- so I could mount her ass!
Copyright; Travis Brasell