Roaming by the area, not a bad place to graze, wandered into Buffalo and stayed for a phase. Hoofing through Watertown, hungry and dry, saw the watering hole and thought, why pass it by? Rumble and tumble, shuffle and stomp, belly to the bar for a buffalo romp. Cold taps tapping, bottles on ice, pour one honest and pour it up nice. Graze for a while, chew on some grub, shoot the old breeze in a neighborhood pub. Sip it and sup it, laugh with the herd, where stories get taller with every last word. No prairie required, no saddle, no horse, just roam with the buffalo watering-hole course. Horn to the left and a cold one to the right, graze through the day or roam into night. Hoofity-hoof and snortity-snore, one cold round might wander into four. Park your caboose, have a drink, have a think, then mosey on home from the Buffalo brink. Roaming the area? Not a bad place to graze. Wet your whistle and wander awhile through the haze. Where the herd gets heard and the cold taps flow, belly to the Buffalo, then buffalo slow. Forward, Wisconsin. Peace. Piece. Peas. Mr. E. & Justin Thyme
