I didn't write this, a lady called Carol Heuchan wrote it, but I just had to post it so you guys could read it.
Horse Madness
Why do I like horses?
I reckon I must be mad
My Mother wasn't horsey
And neither was my dad
But the madness hit me early
and it hit me like a curse
and I haven't gotten better
in fact I've gotten worse
The stables are immaculate
the house is like a hovel
last year for my birthday
I got an aliminium shovel
I hardly read a paper
But i know who's sold their horse
and i wouldnt watch the news
if Mr Ed was on, of course
i'm an expert on one subject
horses - nothing more
so at social interaction
I'm a bloody bloomin bore
one eye's always on the heavens
but my washing waves in vain
as i rush to get the horses in
thinking it's gonna rain
and though they're wearing 15 rugs
the best that you can get
i bring them in to keep them dry
while i get soaking wet
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