Yellow stripes and solid whites

Is all that the cowboy could see

No moon in the sky no oncoming lights

As he thought

IT'S A WILD RIDE

He combs his hair and snaps his shirt;
The yoke will soon be caked in dirt.
He dons his Stetson, bushy-browed,
And

The rodeo

I've been riding bulls since I was in my prime... This was just another bull like every other time.

Jumped

The Rodeo: A Haiku -

Eight shots of whiskey
She's bucking like a bronco
Yippee kay-yay, man

The Ride

The crowd screams
The adrenaline starts to rush
They call out his name
As they prepare the rope.

Does he do it for the