A little contest

This poem is at present untitled . It is loosely based on a couple of guys my hubby and I know . And likely fits a lot of guys all of us have had the pleasure of knowing over the years . Good folks at the heart of them, but living life , just a little differently than many of us. The ones that I was thinking of when I wrote this are ,as I said good guys ,living their lives very much on their own terms . A bit rough around the edges , but hearts of gold .
Anyhow this poem needs a title . So I figure ,its time for another contest . Give it a shot and help me out if you can .

A farmer and cowboy

a hunter and such

You could tell to look at

him he didn’t eat much

A burger and some whiskey

He will never tire

A guy like that’s built

Out of old baling wire

Tall lean and lanky

With a fist like a mitt.

Call him out when he is drinking

And he will get into it!

A jab or a punch, and

Down on the ground

He will give it his all

on every go round

But tell him his friend

Has got in a bind

He will stop in an instant

 and leave it behind

He will show up to help

And bring along a crew

And whatever you need,

Well that’s what he’ll do

They don’t make them quite

Like that anymore

But the ones that are here,

Are good ones for sure

Hoping to get back  to the horses soon , and maybe take a few pictures . Possibly from a different perspective than lately too...

Stay safe everyone