I went to the rodeo
and saw a real cowboy
long and tall in the saddle
he squinting from the sun
creases lined his hard face
he slid his big rough hands
into a pair of leather gloves
his chaps of leather swung to and fro
he patted her and spoke softly
seducing the young philly into submission
The tall cowboy held tight to the reigns
as he mounted the young philly
ready to break her in
the philly whinnied and bucked
in protest of his evasion upon her
but the bronco buster wouldn't let go
with his muscular legs holding her in place
he guided her , thrusting his hips
he rode her until she steadied in surrender
to his masterful skills
both panting from the exersion
the cowboy walked her around
assuring her of his trustworthiness
he took off his hat , and wiping sweat on his shirt,
smiled in triumph: atlast, she was his!