a bull snorts into the dust
the shouting crowd goes silent
the man knows he could lose his life...
he climbs on the dangerous beast
the bull is his name, El Diablo
the buzzer sounds the beast is unleashed
people in the crowd gasp with excitement
the clocks ticking down 5.0,4.0,3.0,2.0...
the buzzer sounds!
the man jumps off, a clown jumps into the ring.
the man runs and the bull is hot on his trail
the man jumps the fence
the next person aint so lucky
this sport is called the rodeo
panting for breath the man claims his prize
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Summer time on grandpa's farm (poem)
PoetryThis is a poem about how I feel about my grandpas farm. There are also another poems that I will add later
