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Riding Lessons: Notes of an Online Journal
“Riding Lessons”
Couldn’t get enough of William;
His sonnets were my obsession.
Lunches & breaks but no weekends,
When I started riding lessons.
That was part of the fantasy,
Dressed in jodhpurs & boots all day.
Did a brisk canter by the quay
While quoting Othello away.
A quiz that l hoped was my last,
To see how I’d rate was the key.
When timed, I asked if I will pass,
He stalled, “To be, or not to be.”
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Couldn’t get enough of William;
His sonnets were my obsession.
Lunches & breaks but no weekends,
When I started riding lessons.
That was part of the fantasy,
Dressed in jodhpurs & boots all day.
Did a brisk canter by the quay
While quoting Othello away.
A quiz that l hoped was my last,
To see how I’d rate was the key.
When timed, I asked if I will pass,
He stalled, “To be, or not to be.”
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
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