Shakespeare’s Rodeo: Gate 5
What beast sits wild beneath me now,
That roars like midnights breath?
Forsake me not, oh quivering heart
Lest my fortune be my death
Woe, I cry for it , I sigh for it,
the opening of the gate
A tumultuous world hath now arrived
Will eight seconds seal thy fate?
What sayeth now, this frightful bull,
On which my loins gird fast?
He snorts retorts in unknown tongue
The thirsty earth comes looming past
Shouldst thou preparest my grave
As gravity seeks my return?
The rawhide of monumental friction
Upon this beast shall burn
Surely, I shall mourn this dreadful day
That bleeds like dice with craps
And admonish my ornery, literary host
That adorned me in leathered chaps
Perchance he will refurbish his mind
I’ll pay whatever the cost
If he would but change his grousing endeavor
And give my saddle to Frost
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