BUST MY BRITCHES

BUST MY BRITCHES

A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

BUST MY BRITCHES
 
Guess you want to know
Where this comes from
Where it will ever go
Maybe it just comes from
 
Busted britches
That have no place to go
The world`s full of b*****s
That's dogs you know
 
Busted britches is often said
At the round up where steers are bled
Where castrating`s done
Broncs are busted every one
 
When you fork a gnarly bronc
And he goes up that way
And comes down this
You had on your good jeans
But something`s gonna split
 
----- Eagle Cruagh

© 2011 Eagle Cruagh


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Reading your words so often makes me smile, so much fun to play with words like this. Sounds like this phrase is goning to cause is caused by pain, but you make it seem like fun.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Dust yourself off and then flip off the flippant.... just what it whispers to me.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed reading this...Gotta love the "gnarly bronc"!.. The last two lines were great, it was nice ending! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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