This is a short story about a filly who enters a racing stable for the first time....I hope you like it.
Wake up girls
Wake up boys
It's time to track gallop
Like playing with toys
It's after 4
And I love the dark air
My master comes
He really does care
I run around
All over the place
Running fast
Trotting with grace
Master says
Hose her down
I'll treat you a carrot
When I come round
I love my master
My eyes; smile and stare
He looks after me
He really does care
Saturday this
I'm fit to run
This will be
So much fun
They brush me down
And plat my tail
I feel so beautiful
I must not fail
My master's voice
Say
Run like the wind
Cause I bet
You can win
Oh so many
Girls and boys
This is not like
Playing with toys
We round the turn
I'm in a bunch
They jam me in
It hurts
Then crunch
I stumble and fall
Hitting my head
It's lucky for me
I'm not dead
A sec a minute
I fear a hush
My leg is sore
Don't touch or brush
My master's voice; said
"It will be ok little girl
You could have been
The best in the world"
I love my master
He really does care
Bang
Poetry by stottjames
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Written on 2006-03-13 at 11:34
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I love My Master
I Love My MasterWake up girls
Wake up boys
It's time to track gallop
Like playing with toys
It's after 4
And I love the dark air
My master comes
He really does care
I run around
All over the place
Running fast
Trotting with grace
Master says
Hose her down
I'll treat you a carrot
When I come round
I love my master
My eyes; smile and stare
He looks after me
He really does care
Saturday this
I'm fit to run
This will be
So much fun
They brush me down
And plat my tail
I feel so beautiful
I must not fail
My master's voice
Say
Run like the wind
Cause I bet
You can win
Oh so many
Girls and boys
This is not like
Playing with toys
We round the turn
I'm in a bunch
They jam me in
It hurts
Then crunch
I stumble and fall
Hitting my head
It's lucky for me
I'm not dead
A sec a minute
I fear a hush
My leg is sore
Don't touch or brush
My master's voice; said
"It will be ok little girl
You could have been
The best in the world"
I love my master
He really does care
Bang
Poetry by stottjames
Read 459 times
Written on 2006-03-13 at 11:34
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