I have a Shetland pony that is much too small for me
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see
He's like an ordinary horse from hoofs up to his head
Except he is so small that he can just fit in my bed
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to go
Not the same for all the children, sometimes fast and
sometimes slow
For the children that he favors, he goes smoothly,
like for Paul
But for those who aren't nice to him he doesn't move at all
He is really quite endearing for he always likes to play
But when he sneaks into the house he leaves a trail of hay
He capers 'round, uncaring, in a fit of playful glee
And the task of cleaning up his mess is always left to me
Every morning when I'm drowsing he just loves to wake me up
Sticks his head right through my window like an eager
little pup
And he tries so hard to make me rise with nudges to my head
But I shut the window to his face and crawl back into bed.
Reason for writing:
Remember the children's poem "My Shadow"? (P.S. I would prefer comments to be e-mailed to me directly as I don't have much time to browse the CyberPage.)
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