Tomo's Wild Ride - Poem by Wilf Thomsen

Thomo's Wild Ride

He rolled his eye gave a snort and a roar
And the ground he started to paw.
They forced him into the Shute
I heard a cowboy say he is a mean brute!

Ernie and Des started screwing me down.
If you need help there is always the clown.
I said to the gate man "let us outside"
And knew I was in for a hell of a ride

He kicked so high my seat was a vertical cliff
And victory I think he could sniff.
Is treated to give him some spur
He was just one big powerful blur.

Like a chopper he started to spin,
I doubted this battle I'd win.
There's no doubt I must within round,
If I fall he'll put me under the ground.

As he started tossing his head,
To him I savagely said
"I may feel to you like a sore
Or a big nail stuck in your claw".

I had to give him all that I had.
He was as rough and as tough as they come
But I'll give him heaps of plenty
A little bit more and some.

It was a real fierce battle
He was jarring my bones like a rattle
Under his belly was ringing like a bell
As he bucked like a monster from hell.

I gripped on like a big hammer claw.
I heard the hooter and knew that I'd score
So I stepped off the bull called "claw hammer"
And felt I deserved a wee bit of glamour!