This is one
high-falootin’ rodeo
(DAYYYYY-o!) of
bucking bull-shush,
pardners.
I assure you one-to-all,
I mean it in finest candor
and high-horespersonship
I can manage.
One need not practice upon
wild bareback or saddled,-addled-and-bit
destrier steeds to know chivalry’s a bit of a nag.
Yet its Ye Olde benighted high
ideals goad me still.
To charge!
Charge still? Yeah.
A nice feat, that.
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