Oh dear, I was eating.
Now I'm getting told off.
Two-legs is puffing; so obviously cross.
I've broke through the fence, which was keeping me safe
away from deep water; a dangerous place.
Called back to the gate, with my hunger suppressed
I reluctantly obeyed, noticing Two-legs was 'dressed'.
Dressed not for riding, nor dressed to muck-out
Two-legs was dressed in high heels
Dressed to 'go out'!
I'm now locked in my stable
where I will come to no harm.
Two-legs is out to a party
and I'm her 5 o'clock alarm!
Honestly i couldnt hold back a smile. this is lovely for i could visualise it all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice idea caroline, I.like it