The Great Western was a show so grand
An enterprising young man did plan
To participate and show his trusty steed
And win a shiny trophy indeed.

Off from work he flew in a hurry
Hauled his horse to the fairgrounds in a flurry
Only to find when he went to ride
None of his bridles were left inside.

What would he do he worried and pondered
As around the parking lot he did wander
When he thought of his brother with a smile
Who was always willing to go the extra mile.

Somewhere in the deep dark night
Sat his brothers trailer shiny and white
Full of tack just waiting to be borrowed
He would be sure to return it tomorrow.

So looking around he finally spotted
A trailer white with side panels slotted
The door to the trailer he did open
A working bridle to find he was hoping

Damn he thought as he opened the door
My brother has cleaned even his tack room floor
There lay before him saddles neatly stacked
And bridles galore hanging from the long rack

Now there in the parking lot light
He could see a bridle so shiny and bright
Damn he thought my brother did spring
Some hard earned cash for some serious bling

So practice he did with the bridle so bright
That came with romal reins so slender and light
And it wasn’t until the tack he returned
An error he’d made was about to be learned.

It was not to his brother’s trailer he had gone
The truck parked in front of the trailer belonged
To a Wyoming lady who wouldn’t have mind
But missing tack he didn’t want her to find.

There in the dark while they lay sleeping
Back to their tack room he went creeping
Dressed all in black he looked like a thief
He was hoping he could be quiet and brief.

No one was the wiser the next morning at dawn
But he was conscientious and had some qualms
At the midnight raid he had so auspiciously done
He had to tell of the deed and be ready to run.

So red faced and sheepishly he told of his deeds
To the nice lady who could only laugh indeed
At the midnight tack rustler so honest and blue
And thankful she was that he was so true.