Fightin Makes Me Hungry

His old pickup truck was parked in front of Kevins Bar again. While he sat inside drinking with an old time friend. As he got up to pay his tab he noticed something wasn’t right. He turned around and there he stood looking for a fight. Well old cowboy wasn’t no where the meanest man around. But when it comes to tough, he’s the toughest in our town. As the fight broke loose the stranger hit old cowboy with a cue. Old cowboy grabbed that stranger by the face and then the blood it flew. They danced around a little while, till cowboy set him up. Then he popped him between his eyes and slapped him like a pup. The stranger there was looking weak and I think he had his fill. But old cowboy said when you mess with me you’re gonna pay the bill. He grabbed the stranger by the neck and headed for the door. He put his boot in his behind and left him on the floor. Monday nights are always slow as cowboy left the scene. Old cowboys dog sat in the seat licking himself clean. Scoot on over you no good for nothing worthless old mutt. Let’s go home and get something to eat as he patted his old gut. Don’t know what it is about fighting but it sure brings on my appetite. As he cranked up that old pickup truck and headed off into the night.