One of the last things
I had to do before I died
Was ride a bucking bronco
Just like my daddy did
My wife thought I was crazy
And she is never wrong
But it was my turn for an adventure
Since we did her wish last spring
She complained and said,
"Honey, I wanted to go to Paris,
Not ride some godforsaken animal.
That might be the last thing you ever do."
I begged and pleaded and got my wish
Climbing on that horse gave me the biggest thrill
Until he started heeving and hawing
I held on for dear life to prove I could
But now I'm laying in the hospital
With bruises and a couple of broken bones
And my wife is beside me, shaking her head.
After all, she is never wrong.
A contest entry
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1500 points, ended November 3, 5 entries
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Comments
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Oh! You poor dear, sometimes we just have to do, what we have to do...Bet that bronco is proud of himself. Would you like to ride another?
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