What Is Best For Each
Nine yards matter, when in zoos or farms an unclear sign
Leads onto a field. Lest 'orses and foals leap over a fence
Each thundering hoof entails timber, railings and nails
Beautiful equines enclosed, farmer yearns
Pining and dying for old-time outdoor trails
Shetland ponies over on nearby mountain are still the easy riders
For rough and nimble colts impede neat elegance
Foals eagerly scramble to each rail
And like this poem, come to a merciful end
In this coffin goes the final nail
Contributors: | Beefy, Ethetran, Padfoot, Roland, Irene Adler, Anon., N. |
Poem finished: | 30th September 2003. |