The Cowgirl

That cowgirl was out in the field,

Sitting her thighs high up on the fence!

Where the wheat hands out its yield,

Without any kind of pretense!

The winds blew through her hair,

And blush blew the cheeks of her face!

She smiled as she sat there,

Contentedly watching the race!

The stirrups flew off of the horse,

And the rider followed its suit!

Just when she thought that it could not get worse,

Then the man lost his boot!

Off the fence she jumped,

To help him out from under the cow!

She just felt really pumped,

So she took a little bow!