Poetry of Kansas

A Western Romance

Bill Erp, the broncho buster,
Was a very valiant lad;
A pair of buckskin trousers
Were all the pants he had.
Bill went to town one evening,
A pint of booze to get,
Which made him fall into the creek
And got him very wet.
Now, when his pants began to dry,
The waistband tighter grew
And in the same proportion,
The legs grew shorter, too.
So Bill took off his breeches
And hung them on a limb,
Then watched them slowly fade away
Amid the twilight dim.
All night they shrunk while Bill lay drunk
And got so very small
That when he woke next morning
He had no pants at all.
Bill rode into the camp that day
With heart extremely sad
Because the buckskin trousers
Were all the pants he had.

Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
Page 40

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