Pappy Brisco
Pappy Brisco was a clown
who insisted never to frown,
he painted his face with a smile,
the broadest grin to beguile,
his bushy eyebrows glued on tight,
which sometimes caused a fright,
a bright-red protruding nose
added to his exaggerated pose,
he stretched his wig of blond curly locks,
covering his bald head looking like a field of flocks.
At a young age he wanted to be a rodeo clown
saving cowboys in case they fell down,
being chased by a brahma bull,
gave him a thrill that was so full
of dreams of being applauded
before a rowdy crowd who lauded
his bravery and skill of being nimble
to defy the most meanest and burliest symbol.
One day Pappy met Diablo the most feared bull around,
he was a cross-eyed masculine bovine who hated being bound,
freedom was what he wanted not the rodeo and its gate,
he'd get rid of that cowboy on his back and mark his fate,
bucking off the contender gave him some pride,
as his eyes narrowed like two slits he saw how Pappy tried
to distract him from crushing the man on the ground,
Diablo snorted and ran as if he was the speed of sound,
chasing Pappy till he looked up and saw pretty Maisy-Daisy
the Jersey cow sauntering toward him and mooing like crazy,
off they went to look for greener pastures and leaving
everyone wondering what happened to Diablo's heart
which once was mean and would stomp a man apart.
Now Pappy Brisco is still a clown and he works at
birthday parties carrying balloons and a bat
in case he meets up with Diablo out in the field,
knowing this time he is well armed and will not yield.
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