Cowboy Attempts Therapy, Horse Sits In and Interrupts Constantly

Ol’ Tex rode in with a heavy soul,
His heart had holes like a dried fish bowl.
“Doc,” he said, “I’m feelin’ low,”
“Since the rooster sued me for emotional woe.”
The shrink said, “Talk, let loose the pain,”
But Tex’s horse neighed loud again.
“She blames me for the branding fire,”
“And for makin’ her date a tractor tire.”
The doctor nodded, took some notes,
The horse chewed couch foam and remote.
Tex poured out his feelings deep,
While the mare farted and fell asleep.
“It all began with a vegan phase,”
“Now my pigs do yoga and chant all days.”
The doc leaned in: “You fear control?”
“No,” said Tex, “Just gluten-free foal.”
Then the horse stood up and made her case,
With a whinny and an angry face.
“He never listens,” her eyes did shout,
“Last week he tried to milk a trout.”
The doc declared the session done,
“You’re both insane. I’m movin’ to the sun.”

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on April 3, 2021 by Alan Nafzger