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Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: South East Texas
The Second Hand Horse -short poem-
Just a little poem that I wrote, joking a bit about the troubles with non-horsey people buying horses while waiting at the airport
The Second Hand Horse
I bought an epic trail horse,
whose just a little green
he always wanders off course,
and breaks my leather reins.
So I'll trade him for the bombproof mare,
whose only twenty- nine.
Don't trot or lope or touch her wrong,
I'm sure she'll be just fine!
She didn't wanna rodeo,
I bought a foal instead.
I'll wait a year so he can grow,
but wait- he's not purebred!
Then I bought a mini,
who thought he's ten feet tall.
He bit the shire's ankles,
and now the shire crawls!
I've decided in this moment,
to just get a rocking horse.
I won't clean it's stall or feed it,
and I won't have to feel remorse.
Everyone in your life is meant to
be in your journey, but not all of
them are meant to stay till the end.