You’re over the hump now… don’t Ditch out!!

*You’ve juked with roosters, praised the brave,

Now it’s time to misbehave.

Out past the bar, where the grass gets wild,

The boards are set to test the vile.

Red, green, black and gold—

Each one’s seen things best untold.

Some say a cowboy lost his pants,

Tryin’ to “sack toss” for romance.

These ain’t just games—they’re sacred tests,

Where lube meets lasso in the West.

So step right up, get down real low,

Grip your bags and let ‘em go.

And when the time feels firm and right,

Holler: “I only get lucky on date night!”

If the wind moans back or a board shudders,

Your next clue’s near—behind the udders.*