I’m about to wax poetic about the ups and downs of horse ownership. Prepare yourselves…
I hate the way you poop all day.
I hate the price of all that hay.
I hate the way you roll in the mud,
after I’ve spent hours removing that crud.
I hate how sometimes you stomp and snort,
when there’s nothing to fear of any sort.
I hate the way you perfectly strike my eye when you flick your tail.
I hate that I have to clean all the parts that let me know you are male.
I hate that the judge didn’t look your way. Whatever, you’re handsome… that’s all I’ll say.
I hate that sometimes people don’t understand.
A horse is not just a horse, you’re a friend and I’m your biggest fan.
I hate that I love you so very much,
I constantly worry about everything… even your lunch.
So it was more like nine things and a really cute GIF of young Heath Ledger, whatever… I’m a journalist, man! Not a poet!
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