You gotta be a bull, my friend;
don't never be no steer.
The first has means to procreate;
the other's line ends here.
The first is big and tough and strong
and he can crash through walls;
the other cowers meekly back,
‘cause he ain't got no balls!
You are the bull champion, Cowboy. I've never known anyone more full of bull than you!
I burst out laughing at the finish of reading this Cowboy-gem. This goes to MyPoemList and therefore should be in a monthly list in the next few months. I'm a steer indeed but still got my own " Rocky Mountain Oysters" . I don't 'pack guns'; I pack my bull balls, in my double-hung, steer-hide gun holsters. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that's the truth! Geldings not withstanding!