The Pantomime Horse
in the theatre corral
is proving unbroken
a wayward cheval
he's trapped them inside
at the rear and the front
they're no longer amused
by this equinine stunt
he's called for some wild-oats
and now for a mare
Oh who wrote the script
for this torrid affair
so a Rodeo-Vet was hired for the day
and thank God for the curtain
and pretend bales of hay.
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