Halloween Rodeo

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Poems
Why can't ghosts have rodeos?

Submitted: September 17, 2019

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Submitted: September 17, 2019



In the Gulf of Mexico

In a small Texas town

There came a rumbling from under the ground.

The ground in the graveyard cracked

And tombstones were haphazardly stacked

On others that were tossed around.


Then a Cowboy loomed large

Near the fishing barge

On the shore of Cowpoke's Lagoon.

The fog was thick

Like a cattle’s salt-lick

Giving doubt to the shape of the moon.


But the rider-less horse

Took another course

Charging through the uprooted graves.

It broke through the church

And what's even worse

It raced in and out of the church's naves.


The Ghostly Cowboy took flight

Keeping in sight

The rider-less horse, with fire in its eyes.

Interaction was the name

Of this Rodeo game

And to ride that Bronco was the Cowboy's prize!


So, on Halloween night

If you see such a sight

As a Ghostly Cowboy riding a Demonic-Horse

Just consider the date

And open the gate

For more will be coming, of course.


'cause it's Rodeo fun

While the graves are undone

And the moon is high in the sky.

Just set out some treats

Make them good eats

 For Hoodoos’, Ghosts, and Cowpokes that fly.





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