PAPPY BRISCO

This is a cowboy poem.

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 mad 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 towards and mooing like crazy, 

off they went to look for greener pastures and leaving 

everyone to wonder what happened to Diablo's heart 

which once was mean and who would stomp a man apart. 

Now Pappy Brisco is still a clown who works at birthday parties 

carrying balloons and a bat in case he meets Diablo in a field, 

knowing this time he is well-armed and will not yield.