Buster's Final Rodeo

Buster had traveled the rodeo circuit fer nigh on twenty years, Bull ridin', bareback ridin' and ropin' them frisky steers! He wuz a lanky feller wearin' chaps, jeans slung low on his hips, With a Bull Durham roll-yer-own a-danglin' frum his lips. He drove his battered pickup towin' an air conditioned van, In which traveled in style his cuttin' hoss, old faithful Dan. This wuz to be his final rodeo, his final cross-country trip, Vyin' once agin fer a few bucks and a national championship. In the bull ridin' event he straddled a brute called Dynamite. That old cuss did all kinds uv gyrations to the crowd's delight! But Buster hung on as Dynamite tried to unseat him frum his back. He'd rode him before and knew he wouldn't cut him any slack! In the bareback ridin' contest he drew a bronc called Killer. He twisted ever' which way - that ride shore was a thriller! Buster and old Dan wuz amazin' when it come to ropin' steers. They broke the standin' record, a-bestin' all their peers! Buster'd had more'n his share uv broken bones and sprawls, And uv dust, mud and the mind numbin' overnight hauls. He retired to a little spread in Colorady to enjoy his leisure. Old Dan was retired as well to frolic in the pasture! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)