I'm no cowboy

Why I once wrote poetry

I'm not really sure

Oh, I loved her

But when she cried in my arms for her ex...

Doubts crept in

and when she admired rugged cowboy types

I wondered why, me?

She said she was admiring them for others

that they weren't her type

but I remembered her cowgirl dance the night before

How she boasted of being from Fort Worth

as I spun her closer to keep her from pulling away

who were we kidding?

I'm no cowboy