On my way home, I bumped into a bloke In a Cowboy Hat. His gait was unsteady, His body was swaying, And so was his smile. I bumped into a bloke In a Cowboy Hat On my way home. His leather trench Weathered and scuffed, And so was the skin on his face. The bloke in a Cowboy Hat Bumped into me On his way home. He told me he loved me. And, to my own ineffable perplexity, I said, ‘I reciprocate.’ ⬇️