A Bull thats me
Chained up
I be
With skin of leather
Chains through my nose
Sat in the straw
I do suppose
An exhibition Bull
I be
Rosettes and all that
Flappery
Farming cares such flattery
Sweet talk lets walk
Thumbs up wink wink
Just admiration
Despised by some
Across the nation
With bounden duty
They elect
An unwritten code
They just expect
Me to be grateful
For what they do
Acknowledge my worth
Which is surely true
A benediction
Which honestly
Is the purest fiction
There can ever be
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.