My friend email me this poem a few days ago and she told me it is a love poem. But the more I read, the more I feel it is a very suggestive poem leh.
Is it me or is this poem full of sexual implications?
The Bucking BroncoMy love is a rider, wild horses he breaks,
But he promised to quit it all just for my sake;
He sold off his saddle, his spurs, and his rope,
And thereÂ’ll be no more riding, and thatÂ’s what I hope.
The first time I saw him was early last spring,
A-riding a bronco, a high-headed thing;
He laughed and he talked as they danced to and fro
He promised heÂ’d not ride no other bronco.
My love has a gun that has gone to the bad,
Which makes all the ladies to feel very sad;
He give me some presents, among them a ring
But the return I gave him was a far better thing.
Now, all you young ladies that live on the Platte
DonÂ’t marry the cowboy who wears a white hat;
HeÂ’ll pet you and court you and then he will go
And ride up the trail on another bronco.