by Orv Alveshere
DONKEY BASKETBALL…INDOORS
Watching DONKEY basketball is enjoyable. I’ve always longed to ride
Knowing an immovable object like a donkey could injure one’s pride.
Having long legs seemed like it could prevent embarrassing falls from a short mount,
Mentally scheming that I could stay on a donkey. Ev’ry shot could count.
As an experienced equine rider, plus an accurate basketball shot,
I knew what could spoil my plot, would be a fall from a quick stop juggernaught!
My daydream came from watching games with background music of honky-tonky.
I could enjoy playing a basketball game from the back of a donkey.
STARRING JACK AND JENNY BURRO
Laughs galore as stubborn donkeys definitely have a mind of their own,
With unique, humorous and humiliating pratfalls from being thrown
By a four-foot-high, accident prone, obstinate blockhead, so contrary.
Quick bucks, spin bucks, or a sudden dash and stop would topple the unwary.
Grand plans to organize a competitive game would soon be in disarray,
Making fools of star players who came with talent to skillfully play.
Rules were changed out of necessity. They don’t play in a honky-tonky.
To pass, receive, shoot or score, one must be mounted on a headstrong donkey.
HOLD YOUR NOSE FOR DONKEY DROPPINGS ACCIDENT
Picture the jovial audience laughing at expert riders. One cowboy,
Six-feet-two, had legs touching the floor. His puny donkey looked like a toy.
Kicking and urging that unyielding burro was stubbornly absurd.
We don’t know, but speculate, that rider uttered a discouraging word.
Expert bronc riders rode like DONKEY-HOTEE…you know, that windmill guy.
The referees were busy. Donkeys moved at inopportune times. It was wry,
One-handed basketball was a challenge, like hearing in a honky-tonky.
The worst of donkey basketball was…the best!! Guys acting like a donkey.
WHEN DONKEYS ARE OUTLAWED ONLY OUTLAWS WILL HAVE DONKEYS
RIDING, PLAYING FOR FUN/UNCOACHED STRATEGY
In the middle of Montana some cowboys took the floor on short mounts.
Plans for entertainment brought surprise events, to be taken into account.
Bucked off, shied off, lurched off and rolled forward caused hilarious pratfalls,
Eliciting taunts from visitor’s fan club bench, adding some caterwauls.
A big, burly redhead, let’s call him Ralph, who picked up his stubborn, short steed.
He hauled donkey to near the basket, mounted, caught passes, and took the lead.
Like the Ralph I knew…from his new position, like star in a honky-tonky,
He scored…sitting on a formerly ornery, hard-nosed, stalled donkey.
Copyright Orv Alveshere, all rights reserved
Orv Alveshere grew up hanging on a horse; “Neighbors claim they never saw us walking,” he says of self and brother, and AKN-BREAK ACRES, where bones broke, horses were trained.
“I’m copyrighted, claim to make nonsense out of sense, sense out of nonsense. Maybe 90% fact, 5% embellishment, 5% fiction.” Orv has written 250 poems at last count, spent 20 years at Medora Cowboy Poetry Gathering, including having done opening acts. He is the winner of three writing contests, had some work nationally published, including “AM AT THE MILLENNIUM: BEST POEMS OF THE CENTURY.”
Orv resides in Rancho Mirage, CA.
