This is a poem I wrote about a Bull.
Bull Riding Poem

On this very hot, hot summers day.
I’m strapped in my cubicle, the rider reader to play,
I am quickly released as the siren goes off,
The rider old ‘Tom better not think ill go soft.
It is always such a pain having humans on me,
They are always cruel, don’t you see,
They ride me with no consent,
Sticking to me like hard cement,
And as I manage to shake them off my head,
They flee, as I see the sight of red,
I race to the red, ready to fight,
But everything goes dark just like night,
I have been tricked, tricked again,
On this very hot, hot summers day.
- Darkplanner
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