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FOUR AT THE FENCE

Hey guys!        
What’s you looking at    
Oh HER, ain't she fine        
lovely dark brown eyes    
broad kind smile      
seductive whinny        
luxurious long chestnut mane        
looks so sexy whipping in the wind        
beautiful curves        
playful tail        
The pale, hairless, two-legged creature        
says she stands 16 hands from her withers      
Whatever that means        
Oh and she’s got good teeth        
So are you gonna ask her out?        
         
Who me? Nah        
I’m just a beast of burden        
She’d never fall for a guy like me        
Sweating under a hot Summer Sun        
pulling a plow or cart        
And in Wintertime        
Freezing my ass off pulling some sleigh        
Coming home beat tired every night        
That’s no life for an elegant filly like her        
Although she did glance over once        
and wink...ah probably just a fly        
What about you?
You’ve got an exciting life.        
         
I’ll admit racing is a thrill
When I win        
Which is less than half the time        
Off the track it’s hell        
Riding around in stuffy trailers        
sleeping in strange barns        
A lonely life really        
I just couldn’t subject her to that        
And what happens when I lose my speed?  
My seed is not valuable enough        
to do what this lucky stud does        
What about you?        
         
Me, oh hell no!        
I’ve had way too many partners        
And she knows it        
I’m just some high priced sex worker        
Who may be getting the best hay now        
but just as soon as the juice is gone        
the thrill is gone        
Then I’ll be some boring washed up gigolo        
I couldn’t abide seeing her in that life.        
She deserves some energetic guy        
Like you for instance        
         
I do love jumping          
But it’s risky        
One missed fence        
One knocked down rail      
I could break my leg        
And we all know        
what happens then        
BANG!        
The anxiety would kill her        
And what if we had foals and colts to feed  
No, I’d never put her through that        
         
Would you look at that so called stallion        
What’s he do all day?        
Chase butterflies, smell wildflowers        
Some kinda poet I guess  
Shhhhhhhh here he comes        
Hey there! What’s going on?        
Isn’t it a marvelous day?  
Look at those clouds just awesome!        
Wait! Look!  He’s chasing her        
WHOA! Is she nuzzling him?        
GET A STALL!        
I can’t bear to watch        
What’s he doing now?        
Damn! He’s up...he’s in
Come on guys        
Let’s give them some privacy        
Who would ever have figured?        
Right?        
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
Published | Edited 5th Mar 2018
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