THAT time when Bob got throwed I thought I sure would bust. I like to died a-laffin' To see him chewin' dust. He crawled on that Andy bronc And hit him with a quirt. The next thing that he knew He was wallowin' in the dirt. Yes, it might a-killed him, I heard the old ground pop; But to see if he was injured You bet I didn't stop. I just rolled on the ground And began to kick and yell; It like to tickled me to death To see how hard he fell. 'Twarn't more than a week ago That I myself got throwed, (But 'twas from a meaner horse Than old Bob ever rode). D'you reckon Bob looked sad and said, "I hope that you ain't hurt!" Naw! He just laffed and laffed and laffed To see me chewin' dirt. I've been prayin' ever since For his horse to turn his pack; And when he done it, I'd a laffed If it had broke his back. So I was still a-howlin' When Bob, he got up lame; He seen his horse had run clean off And so for me he came. He first chucked sand into my eyes, With a rock he rubbed my head, Then he twisted both my arms,— "Now go fetch that horse," he said. So I went and fetched him back, But I was feelin' good all day; For I sure enough do love to see A feller get throwed that way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER AN OLD SAW NEWLY RENDERED by LEVI BISHOP IN BOZEN OF A SUNDAY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR ON THE WAY OF THE CROSS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 7 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |