I wrote this poem for Martina’s colleague, Janet. Enjoy.
She loves attention, is cute and sweet
You see her photo, want to meet
She fools you as she bats her eyes
With peppermint breath she nickers lies
You’d think she is a dream to ride
“No bucking here!” you’d think with pride
A mare in all her glory gleams
Saddled and ready, so it seems
The pony’s eyes glint wickedly
You mount, only too late to see
She’s ready to give you a “ride”
She walks with flowing, measured stride
But leads? And turns? Prepare, my dear!
Her silly stunts create some fear.
You will have falls, some tricks and turns
You’ll ride ‘till every muscle burns.
If you’re green, stay off this girl
She’ll have fun making your hair curl.
She’ll be such fun if you ride true
Otherwise you’ll end up black-and-blue.