Cowgirl Melinda Goes to a Poetry Slam

It was a dismal little town; but Cowgirl Melinda was in need of some excitement.  Unfortunately, it was Sunday, and the local option forbade any drinks being sold.  The movie was a kiddie movie, and the only liquid refreshment was from a 7-11 store selling Slurpees. 

Not one of her better nights.

However, she noticed some people going to an unprepossessing building, where advertised was an open mike night of poetry reading.  It was, to her untutored eyes, much like a karaoke session.  Individuals, largely of the college crowd, would stand up singly, and recite some verse.  Melinda was content to simply watch and listen, but some people her age passed her a joint of that Arkansas wild weed.  She took at toke, though she was usually law-abiding.

Apparently, several of the persons who were going up to recite had used a little weed or even alcohol for a little herbal or liquid courage.  It certainly did not improve the versification, but it seemed to relax her critical standards.

Finally, Melinda stood up, strode over to the mike, with her spurs jingling.

A she started off a little fuzzily:

Er, I've been ridden hard . . . .

I mean, I've been riding hard

And in need of liquid refreshment. 

For days I have been only with my horse

And, you know, he doesn't say much.

A horse of few words.

But the life of the cowgirl

Is the life for me.

So that, when I die,

Make my make my hide into a soft saddle,

And let me be on a horse afterwards.

A nice sorrel one, perhaps.

And take this little dogie

To a place where music and whiskey

Are always present.

One college student shouted, "I'll drink to that!"