Bella Stander Slander
Through green fields she used to wander,
Thinking life could get no grander.
Fate smacked her with a big left-hander.
Here lie the bones of Bella Stander.
Don’t freak, now, they’re still inside 'er!
Though her exploits as a rider,
Have caused comments snide and snider,
To be made. Oh woe betide her!
Out on horseback she was bumming,
In the distance, a guitar strumming.
Bella zoned out, softly humming,
Little knowing what was coming.
The horse, a faithful childhood friend--
Who knew what he did intend?
Into the fencepost did he send,
Bella Stander to meet her end!
Bella Stander, desolate,
Lay in the trail, not feeling great.
The horse loomed over and muttered, “Wait,
“Boss said t' tell ya—your payment’s LATE.”
So our poor Bella sits alony,
Waiting for plating to fuse her bony.
Friends, never deal with Don Cannelloni,
The loan-sharking Mafia Shetland pony!