In Which I Endure A Little Culture Shock

My dad needed a Stetson cover for

His cowboy hat in case tomorrow's game

Is rainy. So we went down to a store

That I should have known, just from its mere name

Would shock me. At the Boot Barn I went blind

From flashing glare off th'encrusted bling

Of Christian cowgirl belts, hung up, aligned

For maximum impact. So here's the thing:

Who wears such things, and for what kind of date

Are crosses made of rhinestones round one's waist

Sartorially most appropriate?

I know full well the question is of taste,

But wonder, too, what strange new form of prayer

Takes such a form, and really, why I care.