Western Swing

Lash LaRue

tricked the desert.

Bad guys

monopolized bad.

Bullets flew.

They had marvelous wings.

Our hero

whipped the Salton Sea.

The horses

were well-endowed.

The girl had to be rescued

from her vagina.

Her petticoats

were made of goats.

Her bonnet

dug around inside her head.

The stagecoach

was missing a tooth.

The desert had a tail to swing.

Our dear sun

longed for air-conditioning.

It would not arrive

for another hundred years.

But we degress.

Lash LaRue

rides tall in the saddle.

His pistols

ride their own dead horse.

The blonde heroine

dresses up her orifice.

The Marshall

seems quite taken with Lash’s lashes.

Lash’s thumb

rides off into the sunset’s hair.

The buttons on his cowboy shirt

go rah rah rah.

A fat dancehall girl

enjoys her manic Monday.

She’s spread-eagled

like an eagle.

Lash

loosens his lasso.

But he’s too much of a gentleman

or worse.