The Mighty Bull

In the arena I was supreme,

None could dare to pin me.

I had might, to fight,

Ha ! What can these humans do to me ?

that was my belief.

So I snorted to start my day,

in front of me was my opponent.

Lean and thin, with brown skin,

my game to toss, thought I.

Dare he challenges me,

mused I and smiled.

Oh! why did they send him,

I had pity, for a weakling. 

But happy was I?

With tears of joy, I cried.

Hey !Ho !.Come see my might.

Let us fight. 

Bong went the gong!

We both ran,, a sham, collided with each other,

Oh no! What went wrong?

My vision was blurred,

my speech slurred,

my horns, right in his grip,

I was unable to slip. 

I tossed, I turned,

I wristed, I twisted,

but I could not oust him,

nor hurt him. 

I could not endure his grip, 

he with a twist rolled me over,

I fell, I yelled,

My strength left me. Leaving me to go to hell. 

My pride crumbled, 

I was humbled.

The lesson I learned,

Never under estimate you opponent or your enemy,

nor pamper your EGO.