The Paint bucked Buck,
Into the cactus stand.
Ole hard luck Buck,
Hardest luck in the land.
Buck stood up and began to cry,
His posterior covered with cactus spines.
Then he put his boots in a cow patty pie,
And he screamed (at no one) I'm losing my mind.
3/23/13 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This would be a great one to recite while sittin round the campfire! Very good.