Why do I like horses?

Why do I like horses?

I reckon I must be mad

My mother wasn't horsey

And neither was my dad.

But the maddnes hit me early

And it hit me like a curse.

And I've never gotten better

Infact I've gotten worse.

My stables are immaculate.

My house is like a hovel.

Last year for my birthday

I got a brand new shovel.

I hardly read a paper

But I know who's sold their horse

And I wouldn't watch the news

If Mr. Ed was on ofcourse.

One eye's always on the heavens

But my washing waves in vain

As I rush to get the horses in

Incase it's gonna rain.

And though they're wearing 15 rugs,

The best that they can get,

I bring them in to keep them dry

Whilst I get soaking wet.

I spent up every cent I've got

On horsey stuff for sure.

I buy fancy rugs and fancy rugs

And then I buy some more.

I should have had that hair cut

Or bought that nice blue shirt

Atleast it wouldn't be now

Ripped to shreds and in the dirt.

I can't even make a bloody sponge cake

I don't even try

But I can back a car an trailer

In the twinkling of an eye.

It's pants and R.M boots

That I live in night and day

And that smell of sweaty horses

Just doesn't wash away.

Once in every now and then

I can dress up for a ball.

Make up and a hairdo

It's high heel shoes and all.

I ache from long forgotten falls.

My knees have got no skin.

My toes have gone a funny shape

From being squashed again.

But late at night when all is still

And I've gone to give them hay,

I touch their velvet softness

And my worries float away.

They give a gentle nicker

And they nuzzle through my hair

And I know it's where my heart is

More than anywhere.

I'm not sure who wrote this; but I absolutely adore it!

I felt the need to share this, after just having popped out to late-night check on my youngster who is worrying us all with the old 'eyes too big for his belly' scenario!

I think you'll agree it is a beautiful poem. 💖