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No Bull

It’s not a fancy dress, but
Tonight was not Bill’s first time
Wearing women’s apparel
Slimming and smooth
Stark contrast to his mammoth
Coarse fur enveloping
Thin noodle straps that clung to his shoulders

An odd sight in any town but
Inside the city Bill felt comfortable
Undetectable watchful eye be damned
Inhibition or inebriation
The fog made things hard to see
But he knew where he was
And without looking his red pumps glide over the threshold

Cold wind rattles his wig
A cool reminder of what’s at stake
He could lose his wife
Or his job if his colleagues if found out
Why he’s so tired every Wednesday morning
Tuesday is poker night he might tell her
Or too many drinks at the bar he could tell friends

What was Bill doing here
He often thought himself.
Nine weeks of wearing dresses
Tonight he didn’t care about the world
It was his night to be the star of the show
Bill for once was a winner
The Saddle Ranches third annual Ride a bull in your wife’s cocktail dress.

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