spent the night at Madras Oregon in preparation for the next day rafting trip. This city girl was shuttled to the county fair by friends who took off to party and I wandered onto a cowboy poetry contest. I was mesmerized by their wit and charm as I had never known of such a thing. years later, I became president of a flight club and organized the annual air fair. fond memories of putting together the "hangar lies" contest where the old timer, ww2 bomber and fighter pilots competed with outrageous and clever stories or poetry. the prize was a cow pie made of chocolate and coconut with a plastic fly on it.
Do you by any chance have the appearance by the guy who did the poem "Cowboy Time" which he followed with the poem where the cowboy fell on his whiskey bottle, and his wife knew he'd been drinking because the next morning she found bandaids on the mirror?
She stood there whining But her eyes were a shining As she wagged her little fluffy tail While I loaded my gun We both loved the fun Of hunting down a long autumn trail She'd chase us a deer Grab a squirrel by the ear And for a poodle she wasn't half bad But the sound of her bark When it was long after dark Was what would always make me so mad She'd run up ahead And ignore what I said And I followed her down through the woods But she'd play and have fun Until the sound of my gun Then she would run just as fast as she could
thank you Johnny for teaching me how to be a good host, conversationalist and entertainer. I will always consider you the "KING" of late night. NO ONE (with the exception of your favorite protege - David Letterman) will ever come close to you. Not Jay or Conan Arsenio or the late Merv begin to be the class act that you always was. Thank You.
I just discovered these cowboy story tellers. Very funny.
Love them ole cowboy poets..RIP boys..we loved ya♥
Love these poems!
A precious treasure is Colin Sweeten's two books of cowboy poems...
Hey Linda how are you doing?
spent the night at Madras Oregon in preparation for the next day rafting trip. This city girl was shuttled to the county fair by friends who took off to party and I wandered onto a cowboy poetry contest. I was mesmerized by their wit and charm as I had never known of such a thing. years later, I became president of a flight club and organized the annual air fair. fond memories of putting together the "hangar lies" contest where the old timer, ww2 bomber and fighter pilots competed with outrageous and clever stories or poetry. the prize was a cow pie made of chocolate and coconut with a plastic fly on it.
both good poems. been a long time fan of cowboy poetry
Love this 💖🥰
Rod McQueary (rip,1951 - 2012) and Colin Sweeten on 21 February 1991
Do you by any chance have the appearance by the guy who did the poem "Cowboy Time" which he followed with the poem where the cowboy fell on his whiskey bottle, and his wife knew he'd been drinking because the next morning she found bandaids on the mirror?
Lol awesome
Eatin off his plate ,,, yea, I like that ...
She stood there whining
But her eyes were a shining
As she wagged her little fluffy tail
While I loaded my gun
We both loved the fun
Of hunting down a long autumn trail
She'd chase us a deer
Grab a squirrel by the ear
And for a poodle she wasn't half bad
But the sound of her bark
When it was long after dark
Was what would always make me so mad
She'd run up ahead
And ignore what I said
And I followed her down through the woods
But she'd play and have fun
Until the sound of my gun
Then she would run just as fast as she could
yep~ technical difficulties maybe?~ but worth the wait.
Entertaining. Polite. And they do it without vulgarity. A rarity these days.
they're no dalton wilcox
Sounds like something a vampire would say. . .
Exactly what I do, but without being a Cowboy !!!
What were these guys names?
?? reupload from like 2 weeks ago?
thank you Johnny for teaching me how to be a good host, conversationalist and entertainer. I will always consider you the "KING" of late night. NO ONE (with the exception of your favorite protege - David Letterman) will ever come close to you. Not Jay or Conan Arsenio or the late Merv begin to be the class act that you always was. Thank You.