Gomez, was it a bee
That compelled
You to propel our Bella
Into a post
Or just cussedness
You’re a horse so
We trust you had no
Plan involving
Fences
Much less, consequences
For bones
And yet
A moment’s regret?
A tiny Sorry from
A tiny brain
And then
Oats.
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I love it!
Now back to the important thing: oats...
I love it too, this is my favorite
Well done! True poetry!
my vote here
My vote here.
Brilliant in its insight into the lack thereof.
This one is SOOO cute! :)
Yeah, must be my scottish blood, the oats won me over
Excellent poem
My vote here
my vote here
I've thought about this long & hard over the past 3+ months, and I think it was cussedness--and maybe the stirrups flappping gainst Gomez' hyper-sensitive sides.
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