Rodeo Dream

Ever since I was a pup,
Rodeo has been my dream.
I love when the broncs “blow up”,
Uncoiling like a tight spring

The headers and the healers,
Throw loops with accuracy.
But they’re not the show stealers,
Only one group is for me.

Wanting to be just like Rob,
I’d dress up in all my gear.
Each day my body would “throb”,
The most of all my rear.

My practice upset my dad,
‘Cause I was using his steers.
It wasn’t really all that bad,
Couldn’t understand his fears.

Then one day I got my chance,
The rodeo was in town.
I’d bring my best to this dance,
My goal, to be world renown.

The event would be the last,
My stomach knots grew tighter.
Everything was moving fast,
Today, I’m a Bullfighter!