Ach, it’s only a horse, or two, or even three,
That we lost again in Calgary,
I ask, what’s all that the fuss about?
Is there a need to cry or shout?
Accidents do happen dear,
With all that rolling stock and gear,
I mean in this heat near thirty four,
It happened once or twice before,
The horses they enjoy the games,
Though some of them it maims and lames,
They’re always raring to go,
I know, the vets they told us so,
They love to run around with speed,
In this heat to pound their feet,
Why take away the fun from them,
And too the little calves and ken,
Thousands come to see them all,
No good them staying in the stall,
Them critters all from little calves to bulls so tall,
It’s so much fun, to see them cowpokes fall,
So we kill a few, but we love them just the same,
It’s all such fun, it is our game,
Like the Olympics of ancient Greece,
Here, we use wagon wheels and plenty grease,
Mr. Harper our patron saint, ain’t no sissy,
Not like that Saint, that from Assisi,
Come one, come all, and bring a gun,
I’d guarantee you’ll have much fun,©13/07/2012
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Ron
Regis
a bullfight aficionado and spent many sundays
at the fights in Madrid; now i wouldn't go
near a ring..i've grown up and learned the ugliness of
using and abusing animals for sport.
Well said, Jasmin, kudos to you!
john