Cowboy Yoga Class
Granny said, “Let’s stretch our souls,”
So Pa wore tights with bullet holes.
Cousin Lou tried downward steer,
Got stuck and cried into his beer.
Ma did poses with a bale of hay,
Till a goat headbutted her namaste.
Uncle Jeb found his inner peace,
Right before his pants released.
The preacher led with holy breath,
Fell flat in cow pie–smelled of death.
We had a rooster lead sun salutes,
Now he charges folks in yoga boots.
Granny balanced on a milking pail,
Then split her skirt and flashed the jail.
So if you seek your zen out here,
Prepare for dirt, livestock, and cheer.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on January 7, 2024 by Alan Nafzger