Future Champion

Future Champion

by Shaylee Hance

The first time I tied

an ole rascally goat,

I was a big, mighty five

all bundled up tight.

My earflappers were on,

with a lump of hair poking out.

I had a dingy pink string,

as long as I was tall.

It was strung through my belt loop,

all ready to go.

Someday it would be the key,

to me making high call.

Miss Mandy showed me just what to do,

in that musty old barn,

filled with dirty old poo!

A big billy goat

with horns six feet tall,

stood with his herd looking pretty damn proud.

I puffed out my chest,

and pulled up my pants.

With a whoop and a holler,

a fine battle cry,

I ran at the biggest goat I could find.

With a little girl grunt,

I threw him down right,

and gathered them legs up, awfully tight.

Then I whipped out my string, lickity split,

and tied up them legs, quicker than quick.

I threw my hands to the judge,

calling for time,

I looked for my daddy,

the biggest judge I would find,

and oh, by his smile,

I knew I would win.