Frank Gleeson |
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Listen to a couple of Frank's Poems The other night I had a nightmare, I had the most horrible dream, for I dreamt that my range flooded over and my calves all got washed down the stream. For I saw a bull and a heifer and I saw a cow and a calf, and they were all walking on water, seemed like a mile and a half. And then I saw something real funny, something that I'd never seen, I swore that I'd gone to a movie, and a cartoon came up on the screen, for the calf, he was out water skiing and the old cow was pulling the rig, and the bull was out picking my banjo and the heifer was doing the jig, and the old milk cow, she was just yodeling from the banks of the river that night, and I'll never forget it as long as I live... my God what a beautiful sight! Then I saw the rooster out running the haybind and the old hen out working the rake, and the chicks, they were moving the waterguns down where we irrigate out of the lake. The tom-cat was fixing my one-ton and the mother cat was putting in shocks, and the woodpecker was picking the roots off the field, and the little peckers were all picking up rocks. Now, the old boar, he was out cultivating, and the old sow was looking for him, and the dogs were falling trees on the woodlot back there, and the puppies were piling the limbs. But imagine when I go tell the banker my calves have all washed away, He won't think it so funny when I say there's no money and just no way I can pay. But just when he's ready to pass out, I'll tell him it's all a bad dream, that my calves are all home they're healthy as hogs and they're all sleeping down by the stream. I don't expect you to believe this 'cause I don't even know what you think but I'd seen it all there in my very own dream, and I didn't have one drop to drink! copyright From the Book "Springtime in the Cariboo"! This is a True Story!
Now, this gal, she showed up at our ranch, |
so we put her on a horse, and the old western saddle well, it had a horn there of course. Now ladies bras and saddle horns, well, they don't always match, and if you get hung up on one you're bound to get a scratch. Now, this lady, she stepped off her horse, she hoped with grace and style, but when I saw her hooked on the horn, well I just had to smile. Now, she's fighting to get free, but, in spite of what she tries, she's held there by her bra strap, and she's hung out to dry. She's wiggling and she's squirming, and then she starts to curse. "It's harder on my boobs, than to teach a kid to nurse. So, the next time she comes to the ranch to ride out in the morn, I'll get her an old English set, that doesn't have a horn. Now, she can ride the buckskin, or she can ride the roan, and tell her "why don't you just bounce along, And leave your bra at home".
She's leaning back there in the saddle, | the horse makes quite a stride, just like a bareback rider, on his eight second ride. Now, she's a busty gal you see, she's shaking every ounce, and every time the horse comes down, well things, they start to bounce. She's bouncing right on down the hill. The old horse, he looks back. You swear she had two grizzly cubs tied there in a sack. So, gals before you go on the trail, so things will work out right, just take a roll of friction tape, and wrap yourself real tight. I'm not telling you to hide them, nor keep them out of sight, but to save yourself some trouble, Just tuck them in real tight. See, boobs they are a gift from God, and that we shouldn't scorn, but they belong inside a bra, not on a saddle horn. copyright "Thrills and Spills back in the Hills" and on the cassette "Springtime in the Cariboo"! | |||
Frank can be reached at: Lone Birch Ranch, 4480 97 Hwy N Williams Lake, BC, Canada, V2G 5L7 Phone or Fax: (250) 989-5589 Top of Page! |
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