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Duncan Livingstone


Hundredth Lap With Bulls


It is still very early
And you cannot see clearly,
Sorry, I cannot see clearly
I carry a deadly whip
But he holds the heaviest plough
Till hundredth lap

'Whack! ' The whip on my back
And I have to pay dearly and dearly,
Sorry, you have to pay clearly or dearly
If you are caught sleeping
While bulls are awake in pack
Till a hundredth lap

Bulls are stubborn now
And the whip is heavier now,
Sorry, the plough is lighter
Bhang controls the plough
But before that hundredth lap
I've got my deserved slap

I can be twenty five today
But I long for the bulls,
Sorry, I long for the plough
Because a tractor cannot plough
Without making more laps
And maybe more slaps

Submitted: Sunday, May 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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