I can remember my first time to ride a bull All

I can remember my first time to ride a bull All of the thoughts in my head were nice and full The sight of the beast below me was scary He was big and black, and really hairy As I sat on his back to tie on my rope I was praying to god, and probably even the pope As I nodded my head to open the chute A picture came to my head; it was me in a coffin wearing a suit My eyes came wide open, my mouth clenched shut And I hoped to god that I wouldnt get thrown on my butt When finally I heard the whistle blow I reached with my free hand to let my grip go I ran to the fence and jumped really high And when I was safe I thought, god am I lucky I didnt die. Bibliography this ones written all by me… …