Steven Hodgin is an excellent poet who I recently met online after his visit to poetheart.com. I really admire his work. His site is linked to poetheart.com.
He ain't no cowboy, but he wears a cowboy hat. He's got
a fancy pair of cowboy boots, but his belly's kind of fat.
He ain't no long lean cowboy. He never rode the range,
or mended broken fences; I think it's kinda strange. He
drives a big ole pickup truck, never dent by cattle. That
four wheel drive never jumped no rocks: its bumper
doesn't rattle. And he's never seen a rattlesnake, or ever
broke a horse; but he knows all the country steps, and
line dances...of course. He ain't no cowboy. He smells
too good to be. He's never seen a round-up 'cept fer on
TV. He's never laid beneath the giant western sky, or
followed the trail of the tumbleweed; but I sure don't
know why...by Steven Hodgin