The title work from my whimsical cowboy poetry book of the same name - a collection of poetry, short stories, andcowboy musings.

Cowboys Don’t Read Poetry!

Poetry? That’s sissified!
You know it ain’t fer me!
No lace doilie on th dash of MY truck
and don’t ask me over for tea.

I take my rhyme straight, just like my drink,
delivered by Willie or Merle.
With lots of guitar and fiddle strains;
read yore durned old poems to a girl.

I’ll just sit over here and think about cows
and those fences that need a man’s touch.
You go ahead and read if you want,
it sure won’t bother me much.

Say, that’s right purty, whoops didn’t mean that;
no, I didn’t mean the words that you said.
I was only complimenting such a fine hat
as the one you’ve got on your head.

No, you go right ahead, you ain’t bothering me none
as long as you’re sure that you see;
that even though I don’t mind it around,
Cowboys don’t read no po- e - try!