John Taylor

Bull And A Pick-Up Truck - Poem by John Taylor

Don’t ever leave your pick-up truck
In the barnyard, you’ll press your luck.
If a mean ‘ol bull gets in with it,
He’ll beat it to scrap in a minute.

When next you look upon your ride
You’ll want to skin that ‘ol bull’s hide.
Any resemblance of what you once had
Will be a joke—it’ll be that bad.

A head butt to the front end
Will make your truck bend.
Broken headlights too you’ll get
And that ‘ol bull won’t be done yet.

He’ll bust your radiator and make it leak,
Break your mirrors too so you will seek,
Your insurance agent to begin the repair
Of your favorite old truck and hope he’s fair.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

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