For Honoria And Her Horse

The poem was posted on the board,  
feeling sad and blue,  
it hadn't gained a Like or Comment –  
not even one or two!  
 
'I'm all unloved,' the poem said,  
with a tear-filled eye,  
and sitting down upon the ground
it then began to cry;  
 
but soon there came a clipping sound  
and a clopping too,  
and when the poem raised up its head,  
there stood your horse and you.  
 
You clicked on Like and said nice words,  
then went upon your way,  
so thanks, Honoria, for being so kind,  
you made my poem's day.  
 
🎠💚