The latest European edict from Brussels
commands that horses
must have a passport, with photo...
(our local brewery
still used them for local deliveries -
accountants proved them cheaper;
and of course, great publicity)
How many horses
can you get in one
photo-booth?
And they'll need quite a few more
shit-hot
passport inspectors
so watch that arab stallion
strolling so casually
onto the cross-Channel ferry -
might he....?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Too funny! But please be poliically correct at all costs. Raynette