A little girl goes, as everyone knows
Through a brief equestrian stage.
She worships in truth
Everything with a hoof
But don't worry, it's only her age...
She whinnies and neighs at her spinach
And shies at her nice Brussels sprouts
She thinks she's a horse
( But she isn't, of course )
And she won't get out of the bath !
She goes everywhere at a canter
She won’t walk (she’s learning to trot)
She insists that her shoes
Are nailed onto her hooves
But she still does cartwheels a lot…
There’s a show-jumping course in the garden
Using your best bamboo canes
And she insists that
You must wear a hard hat
And not laugh - ‘cos it isn’t a game!
Her dearest ambition is to win a rosette
And to have a small horse as a family pet
She’d spend all day grooming
And gymkhanas are looming
But it’s not got to that stage, just yet!
Oh, if it was only
My Little Pony
Playing at horses at home in her room
But of course, if she still thinks
That horses are pink
Is there hope she'll grow out of it soon.....?
© nigel hallworth 2021