the lot of kid Crupper

I ain't Louie La-more but it is cowboy poetry. so have some fun straight from the old barn yard.

Kid Crupper

There are many tails I am told of men brave and bold

Who have rode the wild ponies of old

This is a tail from somewhere on the trail, where kid cruppier found his fame

A shy lad, his lot was not to blame

Hired out to clean the stable

For a dollar a week and some keep

 He did sweep

Now down from the hill the wild ponies of the mountain range, stallion and mares

 Chased by mountain lions, wolves, and bares

Broom tailed and cockleburs feed on loco weed, a cowboy’s night mare

A day to celebrate round up done, time for some fun

 Lady and gent upon the fence to see all the bravery hence

The horses I am told could not be controlled by the braves and bold

The kid did appear with his hands on a beer

He loudly boasts of horses he knew the most for all to hear

Now cow folks know when they hear a good boast

 From dapple Philly to strawberry roan

He knew every line of the poem

Heck he could tell just by smell alone

This stallion eating some hay they saddled the wrong way

Blind folded the kid did say it’s a bay eating barley hay

They led him this way to his throne they did say

Settle in the head on the wrong end let him out they did shout

Ride em cowboy that what horses are all about

Well the kids legs did flail around the neck his boots did lock he grab the tail

Up and over the fence they did sail

Head down the Chisum trail now that not the end

For all cowboys know to saddle a horse with the crupper around the tail end

   thank you and god bless