There they were
At the very back of my closet
They shined back at me
My black leather
white-stitched Tony Llamas
Why not wear them to Toronto?
The weather forecast says snow, lots of it
My mind is made up
I don the boots
Everything fine and dandy…
until airport security
Nearly fell on my face
Trying to remove the boots
in the security line
My wife rolls her eyes
The lady behind us muffles a laugh
What could I do?
I crack up too
Two hours later
Immigration line, Toronto Airport
I catch the guy next to me
staring at my shiny black boots
He quips: Cowboy, eh?
I saw his smirk
He thought he had me
He had this one coming
I’m Slim Aikens
County western singer from San Antone
Mind you…my cowboy accent is good
The man’s smile vanishes
from his chubby face
He bought my story
Hook, line and sinker
I pushed on
Singin’ at the Royal York tomorrow night
Stop on down
Regaining his composure, the man replies
No thank you
Not much of a country music fan
My wife shoots me a glare at this point
I had gone too far
Several people were now looking our way
We were rescued by the immigration officer
Occupation? Oh wait I know…
You’re the Country singer Slim Aikens
Reason for your visit to Canada?
Seems you got an early start in line
He winked and waved us on through
I was in DEEP trouble with my wife
All because of these stupid boots
Needless to say
I removed them in the cab
They never did see Toronto
9 thoughts on “Wearing Cowboy Boots to Toronto”
This poem is pretty interesting, I’m going to use it for a school project. 🙂
Borut: Thanks. It was fune. 18 inches of snow.
Excellent perfrormance in the town of my late uncle Ivan. Enjoyed.
Aurora; Thanks. It was very funny. Boots!
This is pretty funny, Don, especially since I can envision the whole thing. 🙂
Dan: Forgot ’em, pardner! Thanks. 18 inches of snow here. Hopefully it clears to get home in the am.
Did you remember your spurs, Slim?
Polona: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed this one. By the way, very snowy here and I am wearing those boots.
ha, this made me laugh out loud :))