The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo is in town now, so here’s a poem about the Rodeo.
Ride an animal, for your day’s pay;
Don’t ask me, there is no way.
Cowboys like riding, horses and bulls;
Tight on the rope, he then pulls.
Strapped on, he’s ready to ride;
This animal wants him, off its’ hide.
The gates open, and out they come;
Less than 8 seconds, he’s on his bum.
Bulls are mean, and weigh a lot;
Big pointed horns, they’ve all got.
Horses are safer, but still kick hard;
Better have, your insurance card.
Some wear headgear, but most wear a hat;
Cowboys say, there’s nothing wrong with that.
They rope and ride, with great skill;
Control the animals, with strong will.
Clowns save lives, distracting the bull;
In a stadium, that’s always full.
Sometimes accidents can occur;
Possibly, from a spur.
Ty Murray is, the Jordan of rodeo;
Some say so, I know you didn’t know.
Grab the bull by the horns, is a saying;
If ever near one, I’d be praying.
I’d never ride, a wild horse or bull;
Wouldn’t even try, your leg to pull.
Too scared of dying, or getting gored;
Rather sit by, and just look bored.
Go ride a bull, I must pass;
Hope you don’t get, a horn in your ass.
Rodeo can be exciting, and fun to see;
Brings back the days of cowboys, for you and me.