If I were a Muddlehorse

shetland pony race

If I were a Muddlehorse
With a black mane,
I’d be running on a race course
With horses from Spain,

And all those Spanish horses
Would be running like the wind;
But you cannot beat a Muddlehorse
And I left them all behind.

Muddlehorses come in sizes
Six to eleven,
The smallest ones win all the prizes
They run sixty miles in seven

(Minutes, of course.) A Muddlehorse
Can live on grass, but most-
ly he likes cabbages and candy-floss
And Muddle-made toast.

Muddlehorses race on the sea;
In the forests of Germany
They are found
Meditating on the nature of movement


(PS. I might have had Shetland ponies in mind when I wrote this poem long, long ago!)

About Tebeth

Christian. Born-again. Baptized. Loves the Lord Jesus Christ. Loves to testify about Christ on the Internet.
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