I watched him
Lean against a post.
I heard him lie
Brag and boast.
He chews toothpicks
And smokes see-gars.
Says he rides horses
Not cars.
He wears shirts
With pearl snaps.
Follows the stars
And not maps.
He stands tall
And walks straight
But he’s just
Catfish bait.
He’s all hat
And no cattle
All chaps
And no saddle.
Sunday, May 7, 2017
All Hat
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Sunday, May 07, 2017
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