Took my girl for a buggy ride,
Seated her on the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted his tail
And we heard a roaring dragon!
A deafening sound assaulted our ears
And the smell burned the hairs in my nose.
My girlfriend sat and glared at me.
Somehow my fault I suppose.
It was my idea to take the ride,
But how was I to know?
I really didn’t plan the assault,
Didn’t know the horse would blow.
The noise and the smell were bad enough,
As the wind blew quickly by.
But I think the very worst of it,
Was the brown stuff in my eye.
My girlfriend’s face turned angry red.
So I figured I wouldn’t dare,
Advise her of the smelly pieces
Of horse stuff in her hair.
As soon as we stopped she ran away,
Stubbornly lifting her chin.
I think that horse was enjoying himself,
Cause I’m sure I saw him grin.
A lesson learned for me today.
Although I must confess,
I laughed so hard I nearly cried
As I wiped away the mess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you copied the horse ride by annabell sheila