The Stallion Poem by Phil Soar

He rode a hundred miles upon his stallion
To board a vessel that looked like a galleon
He rowed on out to sea to sunny Spain
And never rode his trusty steed again
The horse stood aimlessly upon the pier
And wondered why the hell he was still here
It waited for some time beside the mooring
Then realised that this was really boring
It left and found a field where it could graze
And stayed to spend the rest of it's lonely days