With gross of horses we flew down the road, a dozen dozens thundering hooves strode. With reins in my hands I gritted my teeth time for deliv’ry at end forty-weeks. Baby beside me had baby within, not first rodeo, did Lamaze breathing. I was the driver to delivery but little darling was queen of the scene.
“Slow down there, cowboy,” wife hissed through her teeth, “let’s arrive alive not six feet beneath. Belly’s contracting, cervix opposite, if you crash wagon all end in casket.” I knew she was right (cuz she always is) but little bronco had me in a tiz. with toddler at home I’d done learned the drill, but despite some fear I mostly felt thrilled.
Thrill of a newborn beginning his life, soon I’d be holding baby inside wife but like the bromide declares, “Haste makes waste,” knew I should slow down and did so posthaste. Quick as that young thing in song Billy Boy I reined in horses and pace did alloy. Too quick on the draw can get a man hanged, reined at the doctor’s, in with spurs we clanged.
She’s chomping at bit cuz she’s thoroughbred, good thing I pushed team, darling’s late for bed. Friend Anna Sthesia wanted by bedside but there will be no Epi Dural ride. Biting a bullet is darlin’s recourse (guess that she was wrong told me to slow horse.) Had a few choice words before declared, “I just can’t do it!” Crown baby appeared!
Labor was intense, and labor was brief, not even an hour fore boy slipped the sheath. Came into the world as sun rose in sky, a bouncing eight-ten with gleam in his eyes. Been lot’ta water flowed under our bridge, twenty-seven years so far that boy’s lived. Rootin-tootin man, age twenty-seven, today celebrate neath stars of heaven.
My Filly and me created cowpoke, grass between his teeth he best not chain smoke. Quick as sidewinder he’ll flash you a grin, next year on May ninth salute him again. With gross of horses we flew down the road a dozen dozens thundering hooves strode. With reins in my hands I gritted my teeth time for deliv’ry at end forty-weeks.