The Great White Buffalo

 

A while back I wrote a poem about a wonderful guy called Buffalo Bob. He is my wife Pam’s brother.  The poem may sound a little harsh at first because Buffalo and I tease each other constantly when we get together. The Buffalo takes it well as I do. Buffalo is one of the finest people I know and I love him like a brother, but Buffalo is a little sensitive about his Army Reserve service so up front I want to advise everyone that the Buffalo has never ever been a cook in the Army Reserve. This was a false impression that my wife had from earlier life. So with this clarification, here is the poem. As I have said before, I only write poems about people I love. 

 

 

The Great White Buffalo

 

There’s a special guy we know called Buffalo
He was in the Army Reserve or at least he says so!
His sis says he learned to cook for 100 grunts,
But he won’t admit this is how he got a little plump!
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He has a special talent for tasty sour dough biscuits,
But his real gourmet treat is slow cooked briskets!
He says he never cooked in the army reserve,
But how else could he be so great with the food he serves!

 

Now the Buffalo says he learned to cook from his Mother,

This is probably true as MaMo could cook like no other.

So Bill has vowed to tease no more about his army cooking,

If he will lay off about Bills car being so very dirty looking.
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The Buffalo worked at a secure place called Pan Tex,
It’s rumored they worked on Neutron Bomb Specs,
But Buff would never say a word about his work,
So sometimes we all felt a little bit like dorks!
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Buffalo has a mountain retreat near Wolf Creek Pass,
He takes his Buddies up there and they get drunk on their ass!
They play loud country, Bob Wills and George Jones,
And often sing along but very much off tone!
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Sometimes he plays Bingo with Brenda, his wife.
But he gripes and moans while Brenda has the time of her life!
Brenda tells him next time I’ll leave you home,
So he settles down and under the table flips her a bone!
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The good Lord broke the mold after He made Buffalo,
His car must be spotless with no bug guts on the window!
There is only one correct way that things can be done,
So we all take Buffalo directions to keep it fun!
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But after all this, the Buffalo we do Love,
But sometimes his politics we’d like him to shove!
Even though sometimes he’s a bit hard to please,
He takes it well when we often do tease!

 

Hey Buffalo, you know this poem is all in fun,

We love you dearly so don’t get your gun.

if I have unintentionally offended you in any way,

I deeply apologize, that’s all I can say.

 

 

 

By Bill

 

That’s Buffalo in his John Wayne outfit roughing it at his Cabin in South Fork, Colorado. I think he’s got Bob Wills on singing “Take Me Back To Tulsa.” All he needs is a cool one n his hand.

 

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Thanks for reading The Great White Buffalo,
Bill