The EV Truck Blues

Out on the range where the tumbleweeds blow,
A cowboy named Jim had an electric truck, you know.
It was sleek, shiny, and modern in every way,
But one fateful morning, it decided to stray.

Jim woke up early, with the sun just a-peepin’,
Went out to the barn, where his truck was a-sleepin’.
But to his surprise, and his great dismay,
His electric truck had up and rolled away!

He searched high and low, from the corral to the creek,
As he scratched his head, his resolve grew weak.
“Where’s my trusty steed, my metallic delight?
That dang truck left me in the dead of the night!”

But before the truck, his troubles began,
When he bought that EV, he lost more than planned.
His wife took one look and gave him a sigh,
Said, “Jim, I can’t live with a techie guy.”

She packed up her bags, with a flip of her hair,
Left Jim standing there, in utter despair.
“I need a man with a good ol’ gasoline engine,
Not some eco-cowboy with green ambitions!”

And if that wasn’t bad, his dog Rover too,
Gave a sorrowful howl, then bid him adieu.
He trotted off proudly, with a bark and a leap,
To find a new owner, one with a trusty ol’ Jeep.

So there Jim was, in his eco-friendly plight,
No wife, no dog, just a truck that took flight.
He sat on his porch, with a puzzled look,
Wondering if it was all worth the truck that he took.

He saw a note taped to the old barn door,
From his runaway truck, complaining of chores.
“I’m tired of hauling hay and the smell of manure,
I need to recharge and find a cleaner pasture, for sure.”

Jim couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought,
Of his high-tech truck, a wanderin’ plot.
“I reckon it’s gone to a city so grand,
Where the air is clean and the roads are all planned.”

Meanwhile, in town, by the saloon’s front row,
His truck was parked, with a smug little glow.
It was plugged into a charger, soaking up power,
While Jim was back home, missing it by the hour.

The townsfolk laughed at the sight so rare,
Of Jim’s truck in the city, without a care.
It had found its way to a comfy retreat,
While Jim was left with two tired feet.

So if you see a cowboy, a-walkin’ with a frown,
Knowin’ his electric truck is probably in town.
And as for Jim, well, he learned a great lesson:
Next time, buy a horse that won’t be a-messin’!

And when it comes to family and canine devotion,
Stick to the classics, avoid electric commotion.