It takes a lot of cowboy tough to step out of a chute
Competing for a buckle and a chance to win some loot;
You scan the crowd with wary eyes, because deep down you know
Because every word and every rhyme could cost you the short-go.

Five judges watch with pen in hand and timers sit close by
It's time to start reciting, but your mouth is awful dry!
Your words spill forth to fill the room with hearty tears of laughter
While you're going for the perfect ride, to get the score you're after.

As judge's scores are tallied,you forget about your fate
Because friends are saddled up and riding through the gate
Though some may win a buckle, or take home some well earned pay
We all go home much richer in the friendships forged that day.