Twinkie the Man

I was once Twinkie the kid,
Now I’m Twinkie the man.

My fluff is gone,
My filling dry.

The lasso that I swung with joy
Is now a pen that’s used for paperwork.

Cowboy boots have been replaced
With New & Lingwood Stamford Loafers.

And how did fate transform my neckerchief?
A suit coat pressed and buttoned up of course.

The only relic I have left’s the hat
That, in private I try on.

With a yell I swing around the blind cord
And ride the windowsill as if a horse.