Kinky Cowboy Husbandry

(S. Walker)All her bitter words of anguish have been spoken
All her salty tears of sorrow have been wept
The heart of stone within her has been broken
Since her cowboy with another cowboy slept

They gave that kid a job just to give him a chance
The last thing she suspected was a cowboy romance
He knew not how to ride a rope he knew not how to notch
Just goes to show that on the trail it's the quite cowboys you have to watch

In the farmyards chickens get it on with roosters
In the paddocks mares for stallions are reserved
The idea that her cowboys might be partial
To each other was one that had not occurred

She'd figured that she'd keep that frisky bronco for herself
The way he wore his moleskins was dynamic for her health
His rippling flanks suggested that he'd make a handy steed
In the stables they'd go ridin', who knew where that trail might lead?

So it saddened her to find she was mistaken
About her cowboy and that luscious leading hand
Upon the prairie they'd been makin' bacon
Whilst at the homestead she'd been feelin' undermanned

That feeling didn't last long cause that brumby he moved in
The three of them together on one ranch it was a sin
She thought she might feel left out but she soon had cause to grin
Because her cowboys were fundamental, they both like to swing

So now the ranch is purring with contentment
It's spring all year that much is plain to see
Our heroine is happy with her bent gents
She's the queen of kinky cowboy husbandry

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