The Red Nightgown

There was a lady whose name I wont disclose
Who tried to round up cows in her night clothes
They happened to be red
Somebody said
And that’s how the story goes.
The round up crew was working hard
Trying to get the cows out of her backyard
She was trying to help or so she said
But the round up crew thought she had lost her head
All they could see was a woman in red
They laughed so hard the cows were forgotten
Good thing the gown was made out of cotton
They sent her back inside
Then stood there and laughed til they cried
The lady in the red night gown
Is still somewhere around
But who knows what happened to the red nightgown?

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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