the sight makes my heart swell.
Your points protected me
and held me in the stirrups well.
Even the day the saddle slid,
completely upside down,
you held me in those stirrups,
I never touched the ground.
You never forget your first,
is what I've always heard.
Blue Boots, you're in my heart forever,
even though you're useless as a turd.
These fancy show boots
will soon belong to someone new.
Alas, poor blues, I'm over you,
may you find someone else to love.
Give me Ariats that fit me like a glove,
