Cowboys may sing sappy love songs, but recite poetry? They ought to be lassoed, hogtied, bushwhacked, rump wrangled, and run out of town by sundown. Don't get me wrong I do have respect for anyone riding a 2,000 lb bucking bull, but rhyming is for sissies and dead English people. Can you imagine moseying into Tombstone with a book by Dylan Thomas instead of a pair of six shooters? Before you can finish reciting "Do not go gentle into that good night" you'll be filled with more lead than a box of # 2 pencils! When I think of the wild west I think of gunfights, Indians, and rodeos. Harry Reid thinks of poetry festivals*. That's one varmint in need of testosterone therapy.
http://washingtonexaminer.com/blogs/beltway-confidential/2011/03/harry-reid-calls-cuts-cowboy-poetry-festivals-heartless
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