Hold On I’m Coming
Who say women will never be better Rodeo riders than men didn’t see the victory performance of this relatively petite champion. She reached the competition only to the chest but said height didn’t matter and she was right. She stayed on so long the horse was worn out.
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Hold On I’m Coming
How she straddled and rode, there was hardly a doubt Our little gem could ride any stallion about Left she tossed and then to the right Down, up, back and forth, holding tight
Over and over the stallion answered with no repeal None before had straddle him with such artistic appeal
It is time, he seemed to say, I had enough Make her stop, this ride is getting too rough
Can’t give in, she said to the old stallion One hand clasped his chest, her nails dug in and it begun More humping and groaning but he was hopeless It was a battle well fought but she was best Now she smiled triumphantly as they started the drumming Girl rode a victory lap and shouted Hold on I’m coming
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