With thanks to cowboy Jim
Who fancied him self
A bit of a horse whisperer
One fine day he spotted, a horse
In a field all a lone all by it self
It looked rather mean
Black , black as night
Combustible as the blackest coal
His hoofs scraped the grass
The man walked in total confidence
Unperturbed he walked right up too
Right up to the horse he went
Nose too nose
Man's nose too the horses nostrils
The man breathed
Horse coped a whiff
The horse dropped dead
That man had halitosis bad!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-07-29 at 21:45
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THERE WAS THIS MAN AND THIS HORSE
I know this manWho fancied him self
A bit of a horse whisperer
One fine day he spotted, a horse
In a field all a lone all by it self
It looked rather mean
Black , black as night
Combustible as the blackest coal
His hoofs scraped the grass
The man walked in total confidence
Unperturbed he walked right up too
Right up to the horse he went
Nose too nose
Man's nose too the horses nostrils
The man breathed
Horse coped a whiff
The horse dropped dead
That man had halitosis bad!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 519 times
Written on 2010-07-29 at 21:45
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