I Heard It Through The Horses Mouth!

I once bore witness
To a pleasant peasant pheasant plucker
Pleasantly plucking pheasants
I was none to sure
How obscure
Of the pleasant plucking' peasants demure
It was all wings, and feathers
In all types of weathers
As i bolted from the stable door
For
I was a horse
Why of course!!!
I swished, and swayed
And i nagged, and neighed
As i watched those peasant pheasant pluckers please
I think i'd rather say neigh, as i roll in the hay
As i let out a horsey sneeze
Grateful for not being a pheasant
With all those pleasant peasant pluckers present!!!

by Jemia