My poem, My wife the bullrider, is it humerous?

My wife now wants to ride a bull She's got the cash her pockets full She'll thinks she'll get a thrill from this I said make sure his horns do miss So she takes the course and now she's ready Her nerves are good, her hand is steady She looked the bulls right in the eye She chose the one... show more My wife now wants to ride a bull
She's got the cash her pockets full
She'll thinks she'll get a thrill from this
I said make sure his horns do miss

So she takes the course and now she's ready
Her nerves are good, her hand is steady
She looked the bulls right in the eye
She chose the one that she would try

The bull then busted from the gate
My wife yells out that she said wait
I think she knows this bull is tough
But she is mad, she's had enough

She then turns around and grabbed his tail
She says you dont play fair and your a male
She then gave that thing a mighty yank
It threw her off, like from a plank

She then landed on her own two feet
The bull knew that he was dead meat
My wife then musters up a mighty roar
That bull ran out the nearest door
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