I'VE swum the Colorado where she runs close down to hell; I've braced the faro layouts in Cheyenne; I've fought for muddy water with a bunch of howlin' swine An' swallowed hot tamales and cayenne; I've rode a pitchin' broncho till the sky was underneath; I've tackled every desert in the land; I've sampled XX whiskey till I couldn't hardly see An' dallied with the quicksands of the Grande; I've argued with the marshals of a half a dozen burgs; I've been dragged free and fancy by a cow; I've had three years' campaignin' with the fightin', bitin' Ninth, An' I never lost my temper till right now. I've had the yeller fever and been shot plum full of holes; I've grabbed an army mule plum by the tail; But I've never been so snortin', really highfalutin' mad As when you up and hands me ginger ale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL LET US HAVE PEACE by NANCY BYRD TURNER CITY AND VILLAGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AUTUMN MALADE by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |