Thoughts Of A Horse At The Trooping Of The Colour Poem by DM W

How I wish I was in a field chewing grass
Than in this stiff, regimented parade.
I prefer the murmur of a gentle breeze
To all of this absurd noise and colour.
O to perform unnatural movements
To satisfy this crass, archaic order!
Surely it should be long deceased by now.
O I find these humans rather crazy
With all their screaming and flag waving.
Don't they know of profound animal ways
Of our primeval, inner stillness?
I guess they're way too civilized for that.
I know that I'm not very wise or learned,
But I detest this stupid spectacle.
How I wish I was in a field chewing grass
Than in this stiff, regimented parade.