The Old Yaller Slicker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


The old yaller slicker's the cowpuncher's friendA
His saddle is never without itB
It's rolled in a bundle and tied at each endA
But it's ready for service don't doubt itB
When the sun bathes the hills in a dazzling flowC
Across which the cloud shadows flickerD
Then the night herd's asleep where the round up tents showC
With his head on his old yaller slickerD
But in days when the rain drives aslant o'er the rangeE
And the far hills the storm king is hidingF
Then the old yaller slicker gleams ghostlike and strangeE
Where the tireless cowboy is ridingF
Oh it's wrinkled and torn and it never looks newG
In the town it would stir up a snickerD
But the style can go hang it's a friend tied and trueG
is the cowpuncher's old yaller slickerD

Arthur Chapman


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