I really liked seeing the “cowboy” walking about the city centre when I was young. I’ve always loved eccentrics so this is a poem on one of my favourites.
Main text of your writing.
He would walk around the town
dressed up as his hero John Wayne,
saying things like “howdy pardner “
us kids were told he was insane.
He wore on his head a big cowboy hat
a toy pistol hung down by his side,
“I’m the fastest gun in the West,he’d say
so you Injuns best go run and hide.”
Mum said he was a bit simple
and not very bright,
but I thought he was for real
and on his way to a gunfight.
“Where you tied up your horse ?”
some people would sarcastically say,
but the cowboy would calmly reply
” I’ve come on the Iron Horse today. “
So yes he was an eccentric
and no more a gunslinger than me,
but he never meant anybody any harm
he was just a pretend cowboy from Coventry !