Ode To Cassie Poem by Layla Price

There stood dear old Charlie,
And all of us we felt sorry
For soon he would be food for dogs
I never thought he would be eaten up like a hog.
There sadly sat Cassie
Right know far from being sassy
Eyes damp with tears
Hearts fool of fears
For Charlie was a horse
And was the best 'of cores'.
Years come and go as so we know
We to shall soon go
So weep no more
Some day ye go to the golden door
Were havens gate
Dear Charlie will whet
Were Cassie yes ye shall come
And crying will forever have begun.