Least Read Poems About Horses

if horses were wishes
beggars would ride
he's on his knees
trying to mount a stud tonight

It’s getting late now

I have a few more jobs to do

In the corner sweep up yesterday

As the clock runs down I grab my lunch pail

In the distance there’s a damage coming

We hear  that there is a hurricane brewing

Boss says it  isn’t so just keep working until
ya all go back to work it’s what you’re paid for

Clouds drop down heaven opens

The clouds dropped down hell opened

Boss says move your car out of the water

Flash flood warning upon us

Boss ignored the water...