Ima Ryma


Snorse - Poem by Ima Ryma

This here horse is a horse of course,
And a stallion importantly.
But I'm stuck with mean Missus horse
For breeding purposes to be.
Better than going gelding way,
Castrated out of scoring prime.
So when asleep I'm so okay
With dreaming of hot filly time.
In fact that's what I'm dreaming now.
A fine filly to fill my bill.
But my dream does turn bad and how!
I must awake before I'm ill.

Neigh nay, the mean Missus is there,
And I am having a nightmare.

Topic(s) of this poem: humor


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015



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