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My wild horse race

I was in the shed at Allora Show one fine, show day afternoon,
When a mate of mine came up to me and said, “We need another man soon!”
Silly me said, “what for Kev? Maybe I can help you out.”
A grin spread across his cheery face and he said, “oh without a doubt.
Its just a horse race we need help with, we need you on the head.”
I looked at him with horror in my eyes and said, “Id rather be dead.”
Then it dawned on me a wild horse race, “oh Kevin not on the head!”
“We’ve got a rider and a rope man so now we just need you, Red.”
So reluctantly I nodded my head and thought now what do I do?
So I walked over to the bar, sat down on a stool and had a rum or two.
After three more rums I got of my bum and walked out to the center ring,
I found Kev and our rider, Becky her name, and said, “right mate, how do we do this thing?”
He explained it to me and made it sound easy, I only had to follow his lead.
He’d rope she’d ride that was all, I had to do was control this stead!
Now to describe these crazed horses these mad savage beasts, First I must let you know,
Horses I’ve seen and many I’ve ridden and not one I wouldn’t give a go!
But these wild animals, with fire in their eye, can make a brave man go to water,
They kick and they bite, they spit and they roll and they do this in no real order.
Our turn came along, so we lined up just outside of the chute
I was shaking at the knees my teeth were chattering all Kev could say is, “what a hoot.”
So with bravery at hand, Dutch courage from rum and madness in the horse’s eye,
I looked at Kevin, then at Becky then prayed to the Lord, “Don’t let me die!”
Becky stood back; I grabbed the rope with Kev, as the crowd in the stands went silent
One mans voice was all I could hear, one man and my heart beating so violent.
They opened the chute and the horse sprang out, rising at the same time on its back legs.
Lifting Kevin and me, up into the air and tossing us around like pegs.
We went back to the ground and I started to move, up along the rope to the head,
But half way along the horse reared again and threw me to the ground like lead!
I came out of the dust, spitting and choking but determined not to give in.
I flew up the rope grabbing the head; I had to fight this wild horse to win.
He tossed me around but I held on tight, then I grabbed him by the ear,
I clamped down with my teeth expecting to fly, but this horse seemed to stop with fear.
“Now Becky!” Kev yelled and she came running to the horse and placed a saddle on its back.
We where halfway there, half way along, to beating this great hack.
She jumped on the horse and Kevin yelled, “let go!”
So I did and jumped out the way.
The horse it took of with Becky on its back, aiming for barrels so far away.
The crowd it went wild, cheering for her, as she stuck to the horse like glue,
The horse it bucked, twisted and turned but there wasn’t a thing it could do.
She guided it on, straight through the barrels, putting us up in third place,
But to the horse, in its crazed mind this wasn’t the end of the race.
It kept on going, straight around the ring, the pickup rider couldn’t keep up,
But after a while, Becky came of and landed unhurt with some luck,
Now this was the day I learned not to stray, out into the wild horse races,
And don’t listen to Kev, when he gets a thought in his head, or else you could end up one of Allora hospitals patients.

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