Rodeo, North Dakota

 

 

 

“That’s not a North Dakota name.”

Bulls buck Aaron Leiberkind.

This assertion made me flame.

 

The man at the mike was impelled to proclaim

(At staying on, young Aaron shined.)

“That’s not a North Dakota name.”

 

There was no one else he tried to defame,

To Irish Dakotans he never paid mind.

This assertion made me flame.

 

A bull’s intention is to maim.

The anchor, though, is more refined:

“That’s not a North Dakota name.”

 

Bulls treat riders all the same:

They want to toss the men behind.

This assertion made me flame.

 

A rodeo may seem like a game.

Aaron came first; was undermined.

“That’s not a North Dakota name.”

This assertion makes me flame.