FREE ESSAY ON BULL RIDER

BULL RIDER

I can remember my first time to ride a bull
All of the thoughts in my head were nice and full
The sight of the beast below me was scary
He was big and black, and really hairy
As I sat on his back to tie on my rope
I was praying to god, and probably even the pope
As I nodded my head to open the chute
A picture came to my head; it was me in a coffin wearing a suit
My eyes came wide open, my mouth clenched shut
And I hoped to god that I wouldn't get thrown on my butt
When finally I heard the whistle blow
I reached with my free hand to let my grip go
I ran to the fence and jumped really high
And when I was safe I thought, god am I lucky I didn't die.
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