Rodeo Poem

I wrote this as a total joke, but sadly not many people really get it. But I'll post it anyway.

Ode to the Rodeo
A Wife’s Lament

Oh Rodeo, Oh Rodeo
Why do you vex my husband so?

You steal his time
You cloud his mind
You make my once-warm bed stone cold.

His hands are cut
His back is sore
His life consumed by rodeo.

He breathes it, lives it,
These three weeks
Doesn’t eat and doesn’t sleep.

Will he ever notice me sitting here,

All coiffed and primped and pretty?
And he ain’t even ropin’ or ridin’
He’s on the damn committee!

I'm going to try to write a "real" version, from a rodeoer's wife's perspective... We'll see if I ever get around to that.