Willy Smoot And Bitteroot

Ain't never been a cowpoke
As slow as Willy Smoot
Ain't never been a horse
As fast as Bitteroot


One summer day they met
Twas a hot and dusty noon
Willy Smoot mounted Bitteroot
A ride that ended soon


Bitteroot threw Willy Smoot
Beyond the week's sunset
Some swore that Willy Smoot
Landed with a pirouette


By the time slow Willy rose
Bitteroot had eyes of red
Flames shot from Bitter's nose
With intent to leave Smoot dead


Willy saw the horse a comin
So he started runnin west
But Willy's pokey feet
Were no match for Bitter's quest


When horse and poke re-met
In a hot and torrid dance
Willy offered his regret
Bitter took another stance


No amount of reason
Would tame the fevered horse
Bitteroot just stomped old Smoot
To death with no remorse


Now had Bitteroot been slow
And Willy Smoot been fast
This poem would end of course
With a horse tail at half mast.