I wrote this poem after uh, breaking up with someone. I was pretty angry, so I let it all flow out in a horse-based poem. Never judge a book by a cover, my friends.
August 30, 2009
“Now which horse shall you be riding today, madam?”
Asked the King, I responded with a grin
Two loyal steeds stood in front of me
The decision was obvious as sin
On one end of the field was a sparkling stallion
Not too skinny and not one bit stout
A flailing mane that ruffled with the wind
As he perfectly trotted about
Parallel to this magnificent beast
There stood an excuse for a horse, sloppily grazing
His ribs almost ripped through his dull grey skin
The fact that the King kept this mule was amazing
So I mounted the beautiful stallion
For one second I felt like a princess
Until that cruel demon snorted and bucked
And I was soon on the ground in distress
A horseshoe print on my stomach
And an experience too frightening to relive
Was all I gained for riding that cruel creature
One whom I will never forgive
Some time has passed since that day
I am certain that my wounds have healed
But I still enjoy riding my shabby grey mule
Through the roses in the wide open field
August 30, 2009
“Now which horse shall you be riding today, madam?”
Asked the King, I responded with a grin
Two loyal steeds stood in front of me
The decision was obvious as sin
On one end of the field was a sparkling stallion
Not too skinny and not one bit stout
A flailing mane that ruffled with the wind
As he perfectly trotted about
Parallel to this magnificent beast
There stood an excuse for a horse, sloppily grazing
His ribs almost ripped through his dull grey skin
The fact that the King kept this mule was amazing
So I mounted the beautiful stallion
For one second I felt like a princess
Until that cruel demon snorted and bucked
And I was soon on the ground in distress
A horseshoe print on my stomach
And an experience too frightening to relive
Was all I gained for riding that cruel creature
One whom I will never forgive
Some time has passed since that day
I am certain that my wounds have healed
But I still enjoy riding my shabby grey mule
Through the roses in the wide open field
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