A Sonnet: When a Horse Runs Out of Hay
(By A. Nano Moose)
I once knowed a little filly.
She was nice and was right purty.
She was sweet and acted silly.
I liked her, her mind was dirty.
I took her for a buggy ride.
We rode and rode till end of day.
I stopped and said that we must bide.
I said the horse ran out of hay.
The purty gal kissed me and said,
“I’d love to have a bit of fun.”
It were heaven and I weren’t dead.
We played all night; we seen the sun.
Many years have passed since then, but I remember well.
That night in my old buggy, that gal was really swell.
