I often wonder
what it would be like
to ride that horse
bet it would give me better posture
I mean really,
what else to do with all that pride?
wonder how hard
I'd have to hold on
:::smiles inwardly::::
truly a better image seen
would be winsome hair blown by breeze
than the backside flailing madly
just a sideline stare from this mare
courage just sort of sits
on my back like a fly
my luck, it would turn out
to be a just a pony and besides
merry-go-rounds make me nauseous
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