I purchased a steed just the other night.
Exchanged for a cigar and bottle of whisky.
Bargain I’d say, as cash is tight.
Mercifully steady and solid, not frisky.
I’m not talking about a pedigree,
Just a lil’ paddock pony.
I don’t need a flash machine,
Just something reliable and some-what clean.
Shaggy coat with furry ears.
Tangled mane and hardy hooves.
This was not a spruced up pony
Who’d know dressage moves.
Softly, tapered muzzle.
Breed was unknown.
Bloodlines were a puzzle.
A barrel of a belly,
Was as strong as an ox.
Could go all night and day,
And live on carrots with hay.
Well I must have got a good buy,
As I’ve yet to fall or fly.
Don’t bother with a pedigree,
Go for a paddock pony!
Part of this i found in an old diary from when i was 11/12. Edited it a bit before posting.