The Rodeo Poem by david lessard

Whoopie ti yi yo...
get a long, little doogie!

It was a warm and sultry night in June,
I thought the air was like perfume;
rather sweet and
somewhat bitter I thought,
I swear it smelled like
mary-jane, you know...pot.
The bareback riders came out first,
a hootin' and a hollerin',
Perhaps (the hootin' and the hollerin')
it was the crowd,
All's I know,
it was pretty golderned loud.
Eight seconds flies on by,
when your tossin' and a turnin';
and your insides feel like jelly,
and your legs are all a churnin'.
The cowboys, they did well,
they gave them hosses hell.
Then came the barrel racers,
Their horse's in a run;
Spinnin' round them barrels,
Tryin' not to knock over one.
Then the calf ropers,
their lariats a' flyin',
They missed a few
here and there;
but it wasn't for
a lack of tryin'.
Then came the men
that wrestled steers,
Big men they were,
jumpin' off them saddles;
They grabbed them horns
and rode the ground,
and flipped them cattles.
Then came the guys
that rode the bulls,
some didn't last too long-
But they were applauded
all the same,
from a cheering,
boisterous throng.
Can't leave out
the rodeo clown,
He was quite a dilly -
He made the night
much lighter,
as he had us
laughing silly.
Whoopie ti yi yo,
the rodeo's a treasure-
an evening out
and a bunch of pleasure.