Poetry Thursday

This week's inspiration from the Two Spoiled Cats

Three men, two of them tall

Stood outside a horse’s stall

They needed work because they were in economic freefall

And they decided the rodeo was the place to make a windfall

The owner stood against the wall 

As the three men made a pitch the hope they would enthrall

They told the man what would befall

If they were hired to do a trick everyone would recall

‘’The three of us will make a human wall

Tim and I upright on either side and upside down will be Paul

He will open his leg in a wide sprawl

And the charging horse will jump and push off Paul’s ball.’’

‘’Excuse me,’’ Paul said his face appalled

‘’I don’t think it should be me, I was born with balls that are small

If you don’t believe me here is my Mom’s number and you can call

Honestly, I don’t want a horse crushing my ball, not at all’’

But the other two stuck to their guns despite the way Paul does bawl

Ready to face whatever might befall

The horses came like they were being chased by a fireball

The first three made it but the fourth one on Paul did fallT=

The two men went to Paul whose pain could be seen in his eyeballs

Tim asked if he was ok and Paul said ‘’I had my balls crushed by a leaping stallion, what do you think you sloth brain neanderthal?’’

Tim said he was sorry that Paul had a pitfall

And said ‘’You need to get up, in ten minutes we have another curtain call.’’

Since that day the prosperous trio performed have performed until 1,000 nightfalls

And they watched their money snowball

Aided by an item Paul saw in a store in Senegal

A giant steel cup to protect his balls