I just got a birthday present, I’m not all crazy about.
It seems that of all of the choices, this was one I could do without.
I was working with my young filly, trying to earn a little respect,
When my plans and hers for the round pen, simply failed to connect.
She took off for the barn in a hurry, leaving me at a loss for a plan.
And before I could get her attention, the long lead was sizzling through my hand.
You can argue that we are the bosses, and the horse just has to comply.
But a 1000-pound critter with an attitude, will soon convince you that’s a lie!
Now the interesting part is arriving, and as I look back on the scene,
I guess I was just in a hurry, and didn’t notice the knot in my lead.
It seemed as big as a boulder, as it rode on the rope through my hand.
And when it met up with my finger, well I guess you can sure understand.
That the pain was an intense sensation, put stars in my eyes I will swear!
When I finally let go of that lead rope, I struggled to hold back a tear.
I stole a glance down at my fingers, to see if I had any there.
Sure enough I had all my digits, but one looked in need of repair.
Third finger, right hand met disaster, that knot went by with such force,
As it followed the speed of my filly, that damnable spirited horse!
I suppose you’re thinking I quit then, to tend to my wounds right away.
But now I was mad as all thunder, at this pitiful equestrienne display.
to see if the contest was over. But I knew that I had to stay.
I followed the end of my lead rope, and gathered it up from the dust.
I studied that knot for a moment, no wonder my finger was bust!
I pulled up some slack and untied it, trying hard not to wince from the pain.
I pulled on the lead and the horse at the end to to start all over again.