A Poem - this is tongue in cheek

[Sven]

I am a lady owner

Of some advancing years

By now I find too much advice

That’s ringing in my ears



Horses must not be stabled

They must be free to roam

But mine horse is a porker

And grass could be his doom



And Titch has laminitis

And can’t be out all day

Green shoots could be the death of him

I won’t put him in harms way



A dry lot is what’s needed

With lots of ad lib hay

I wonder what’s the difference

You know, in the calorie way



But to get a dry lot going

It seems the only way

Is to napalm all the grazing

And kill what’s in the way



So as I’m on an Island

And on a water course

I can’t napalm the garden

Nor my field of course



Next he must be in a herd

Of course that’s what I’ll do

But there’s another problem

I only have a herd of two



So if they are put together

Morning noon and night

I’ll never get to ride him

He won’t leave without a fight



Ah now there is the barefoot gang

Which makes a bit of sense

But then he is so foot sore

And then that makes him tense



So I purchase him some hoof boots

That’ll do the trick

But they rub his heels sore

And I am starting to feel sick



I can’t do all these things you know

That folks say I must do

So I will simply do my best

And love my lovely two

 

[J&S]

Me too !!

 

[tiahatti]

I love that!