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Show DON'T TEACH THAT GIRL TO ROPE The first mistake I ever made, Or the first that I'd admit. Is to teach my girl friend how to rope, She should have learned to knit. I thought that it would be so fine, If my header was my girl. But now to think of the mess I made, Would make my straight hair curl. We practiced long and practiced hard, As she tried to rope that steer. I taught her how to swing the rope Pull the slack, but oh my dear. "You've got to rope the other end," As she let her first loop sail. Pulling hard on the rope, She had caught the critter's tail. Well patience must have been with me, Cuzz I didn't lose my head. And when she asked, what she'd done wrong, "Throw farther" was all I said. Some time went by and then one day, I could see that she'd improved. She roped that steer around both horns. Her skill she finally proved. We entered shows throughout the West, We entered as a team. And when we took the pay check home, She'd smile at me and beam. But changes started taking place, Oh no! how could this be? She changed her aim from the horns again, And slipped a loop on me. Scott McKendrick 106 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |