City Slickers

A fun way to write! Try a word loop; the last word of the sentence is the first word of the next one. Try something different. It may spark your mind to creativity.

 

City slickers have once again invaded the dude ranch. Ranch, not a bleepin' Holiday Inn where they put mints on pillows. Pillows they will soon need for their tender ass behinds. Behinds that bounce and wiggle in our fine leather saddles, jiggling kept to a minimum however by too tight jeans. Jeans just bought, not even washed to go along with their too new cowboy boots that'll give 'em blisters to beat the band. Band together with their warrior cry, as they head down the trail pretending to be comfortable and at ease in a situation that is so far out of their league.

 

League of yuppies that pretend to be well rounded. Rounded minds they say are the key to success and a higher wage. Wage a bet they don't know how to build, much less start a campfire. Campfire coffee a far cry from their latte's and mocha chocha delights. Delights come to us, the real cowboys, as bandanas are used to wipe sweat and horse manure off brow and once shinny boot. Boot 'em out at the end of a week that has tired their hearts, blistered their butts and chaffed their tender lovin' chaps. Chaps they've shared with other aspiring bronc busters, others, who want to rough it, try their hand at roping and wrestling steers. Steers that have other things in mind; such as finding the appropriate moment to step on a foot. Foot, head, ribs, all can be broken – easily on a city slicker. Slicker than snot they're thrown by the bronco, billowing dust settles as wives and husbands gasp then snicker with forced concern.

 

Concern not only for their spouse, but will this end the week or a loss of deposit, a broken leg to show off? Off with the cowboy hat to inspect a bump. Bump to bump, head to toe. Toe the line you fancy boys, girls, pretenders, hike up your spirit, leave it all behind – your city.