Horsey MadnessWhy do I like horses?I reckon I must be mad.My mother wasn’t horseyAnd neither was my dad. But the madness hit me earlyAnd it hit me like a curse.And I’ve never gotten betterIn fact I’ve gotten worse. My stables are immaculate.My house is like a hovel.Last year for my birthdayI got a brand new shovel. I hardly read a paperBut I know who’s sold their horseAnd I wouldn’t watch the newsIf Mr. Ed was on, of course. One eye’s always on the heavensBut my washing waves in vainAs I rush to get the horses inIn case it’s gonna rain. And though they’re wearing 15 rugs,The best that you can get,I bring them in to keep them dryWhile I get soaking wet. I spend up every cent I’ve gotOn horsey stuff for sure.I buy fancy tack and fancy rugs,And then I buy some more. I should have had that hair cutOr bought that nice blue shirtAt least it wouldn’t be nowRipped to shreds and in the dirt. I can’t make a bloody sponge cakeI don’t even tryBut I can back a car and trailerIn the twinkling of an eye. It’s jeans and Ariat bootsThat I live in night and dayAnd that smell of sweaty horsesJust doesn’t wash away. Once every… now and thenI can dress up for a ball.Make up and a hairdoWith high heel shoes and all. I ache from long forgotten falls.My knees have got no skin.My toes have gone a funny shape.From being squashed again. But late at night, when all is stillAnd I’ve gone to give them hay,I touch their velvet softnessAnd my worries float away. They give a gentle nickerAnd they nuzzle through my hairAnd I know it’s where my heart isMore than anywhere. anonymous Back to Fun Stuff - Mares secret code
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