Typical Cowboy Humor/Poetry
The box and you goes in a hole,
Thatís been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when
Yore planted íneath a mound.
Them clods melt down, just like yer box
And you who is inside.
And then yore just beginniní on
Yer transformation ride.
In a while the grassíll grow
upon yer rendered mound.
Till some day on yer moldered grave
a lonely flower is found.
And say a hoss should wander by
and graze upon this flower
that once wuz you, but nowís become
your vegetative bower.
The posey that the hoss done ate up,
with his other feed,
makes bone, and fat, and muscle
essential to the steed.
But some is left that he canít use
and so it passes through
and finally lays upon the ground,
this thing that once wuz you.
Then say, by chance, I wanders by
and sees this upon the ground,
and I ponders, and I wonders
at this object that I found.
I thinks of reincarnation, of life,
and death, and such,
and come away concludiní: Slim,
you ainít changed all that much.
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