“Take The Bull By The Horns”

“Take the Bull by the Horns”
A Rett Bonneville Story
© By Anne M. Freeman

After performing a rather somber song, I paused at bit, tuning my guitar to create some emotional space for the audience to finish processing their emotions prior to starting the next song in my set. Then I stepped up to the mike.

“This is a story song about a lovely old lady I met in the Cayman Islands. She’d lived in luxury there for nearly 30 years. It was a soft, breezy night, the kind that urges you to tell stories about your life to strangers. Her name was Charlene. She was a secretary during the era when ‘moving up’ meant ‘on your back,’ she told me with a laugh. She’d slept with her boss until he was the CEO of a big company and she moved up with him to become was his executive secretary. This is her story about the big retirement party at a swank restaurant her boss threw her on the day she retired.”

“Ridin’ the Bull” By Rett Bonneville

Opening Chorus:
Well, I rode him high
And I rode him low
I rode him up to the top
Just like a bull in a rodeo
Until he threw me off
 
Verse 1:
That was the day Miss Hot Stuff was hired
So young, so blonde, so plump
And though I retained my desk at his door
I was without question, trumped

Shortly thereafter Miss Buxom appeared
Hot Stuff fell down with a thump
And each after Buxom had tried for the ring
And each had found herself dumped

Chorus 2:
Well, you rode him high
And you rode him low
And you tried to ride to the top
And just like a bull in a rodeo
One day he threw you off

“When I finished laughing at Charlene’s tale of all of the ambitious women who tried to land the big catch – and behaving in a condescending manner towards Charlene at her desk by his door –  Charlene continued her tale.  ‘By then, the women in the room were wide-eyed and horrified. Someone whispered, Bitch!,’ she said, obviously pleased with herself.  She then gave me a conspiratorial look as she explained that she then turned on the men.”

Verse 2
Hey High Achiever, you know your big plan
The boss said the board had it shelved?
Backstabber grabbed it and took all the credit
But Backstabber tumbled as well
 
Then Slick came along with your numbers and schemes
That made our stock prices swell
But somehow the profits had all disappeared
And just like all the others, you fell
 
Chorus 3
Well, you rode him high
And you rode him low
And you tried to ride to the top
And just like a bull in a rodeo
One day he threw you off

“Charlene chuckled, and told me, ‘Now there were red and white faces everywhere. A lamb chop winged across the room and hit Miss Buxom on her face, smearing her make-up as it slid down between her melon-like breasts protruding from her low-cut dress. Suddenly, food missiles flew in every direction, accompanied by yells, shouts, and growls.’

“Sometime during the mayhem, the boss had disappeared from the room. Charlene said that she had slipped through the service door into the kitchen to avoid the mob, hoping to quickly reach run out the back to her car and drive off into the proverbial sunset.

She ran out the back door of the building and had stopped to let her eyes adjust to the darkness, when she heard a familiar voice call out, “Miss Charlene.”   There was the boss’ sleek black limo, engine running, with the driver standing by an open door to the back seat, with the engine running.  The boss peered out to her, grinning, and waved her over.  I wasn’t sure what to do – cut and run would have been my first choice, but my heels were killing me and he seemed genuinely amused.  He called out my name and told me to come over with a laugh.  Uncertainly, I walked close enough to hear him, but not close enough for either of them to grab me.  Then he said,

Verse 3
Charlene, my girl, after all of these years
You’re the only one I still respect
Come to the Caymans, run away with me
And I told that man … oh, what the heck!
 
Chorus 4
And I rode with him up and rode with him down
On the Caymans we did stop
And life is grande on the Islands, Mon
When you beat the clock!*

“With that, tiny white-haired Charlene let out a huge belly laugh that echoed across the lush courtyard of her luxury hotel, then it disappeared into the velvet night.

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* For those of you who are not familiar with rodeo, the goal of the rider is to “beat the clock,” referring to how long you can stay on the bull.

2 thoughts on ““Take The Bull By The Horns”

  1. Looks like I have to come here to get to Rett’s real passions (ie songwriter) – it’s hard to inject that ‘soul’ into the WD writing prompts, I’m sure.

    Thanks for your comment on my blog (I’m still trying to figure it out. I hope to loosen up when I get more into it).

    Love your photos. Great site.

    • Hey, Egg! Great to hear from you! It took me a good three or four months to really get things going on the blog. Those 500 words are tough, but I use the promtps as an outline, and then fill the stories out a bit to post on my blog. It’s a great discipline, one that I needed. Still trying to sort out the story line for this week’s prompt. Glad we touched base – I feel constrained in chatting on the writing prompt page because it’s not really set up for that. And, thanks for the lovley compliment about my photos – my other favorite thing to do! See you on the prompt later this weekend.
      Cheers!

      Anne

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