He looked like a good saddle horse <br />though his hair was long <br />and his beard three days course <br />she soon had the saddle on him <br />and he worked at the ride <br />it was a matter of pride <br />everything that he tried <br />drew the noose tighter still <br />till she'd broken his will <br />till he'd do anything that she said <br />he worked like a mule <br />while she soaked the young fool <br />taking just about all that he made <br />when she cut the horse loose <br />he was well beyond use <br />and she advanced on the herd once again.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calamity-jane/
