I had an appointment with the surgeon,
That patched my busted knee and wrist.
For a final set of X-rays
In case there's anything they missed.
So I saddled the silly filly,
Like I’d done two months before.
And this time when she came unglued,
I evened up the score.
Then I told the Doc, “I’m right as rain,
I already had my therapy.
I spent the morning chasing cows,
On the bronc that broke my knee!”
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