He rode into town on a horse with no name
When he told it to halt it ignored him
It ran at a gallop, on a wide open plain
And the speed of the gallop quite floored him
He tried for some miles to rein the beast in
As his backside was getting a pounding
It's refusal to stop, was a pain in his ass
So he tossed himself off, which was grounding.
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