Pardon my Buckaroo

Old west fantasies
lived out in ghost town celebration,
tourists treated to gunfighter showdowns,
stagecoach rides and visits to saloon.

Caught up in the moment,
happily cherishing
every "howdy partner" slang
while putting on their cowboy hats.

Staying around with drooling anticipation
for the big event,
a barbecue at the fire pit next to corral.
Even had band to play
favorite cowboy songs.

Then came the one memory
all never expected,
outlaws charging thirty bucks a head
for the dinner.

Patrons grudgingly forking over cash,
gobbling down meal,
but quietly dreaming of necktie party.