 Pedigree Expert
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     Location: In the middle of what matters most. SD | My Wife The Barrel Racer > > From November thru March, its all very nice > > The girl i married is simply my wife > > Her horse is second, she really doesn't care > > Just a few simple words like "How's my mare?" > > The Temperature is zero, the snow is blowing, > > No way to the barn is my wife going > > Everything's normal, things run great, > > No thoughts of horses, barrel racing can wait > > I forget what its like, when comes early Spring > > The time of the year she starts doing her thing > > Horse shows and rodeos and things of that kind > > It's the time of the year I start blowing my mind > > The quiet is over, time now for fun, get everything ready There's a > > barrel to run! Hook up the camper, load the kids in the back. > > Whatever you do, don't forget any of the tack. > > My time is over, the horse is Number One > > You do the work, honey, I'll have the fun. > > Please watch my run, why did I lose? > > I tell her the truth, she ends up with the blues. > > The weekend is over, no money is won > > I'll suffer all week; man this is fun! > > One thing is certain, there's no other way > > Horse shows and barrel racing are sure here to stay. > > Some girls like bowling, some like to swim, > > Some girls go skiing, some to the gym > > Some like to talk, others just sit. > > My wife likes horses, so- > > I shovel the S---!!!
I like this poem except my horse is always number one and I am the one out there in the freezing cold! |