Nick’s Lament

by Lindabrit

Now just listen here, I’ve got something to say,

I’m not any old cowboy you see every day.

You won’t find one like me in a long day’s ride,

for I am a Barkley and I have my pride!

So if you want to know what this is about

I’m sick of my Mother telling me not to shout!

I’m the boss of this ranch and a leader of men,

does she expect me to cluck like a hen?

Each day I come in is the same as before,

her first words are “sshhh and don’t slam the door!”

I’m naturally noisy and I loudly rejoice,

all she says is “Nicholas, lower your voice!”

How can I be master of all I survey,

when folks hear my Mama treat me this way?

I’m six feet four and built like a wall,

so how could I have a voice that is small?

I was born to rant and built to roar,

or what am I a Barkley for?

Not for me diplomacy and the olive branch,

GET OUT OF MY WAY,THIS IS A WORKING RANCH!

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