Mops

My mop and I have a long history, Some of it fun, Some of it misery. Riding around town making horsey sounds, Turning you upside down, Look what a friend I've found! Sailing with grace over land and sea, Just my mop and I, Always free. Then there was the time, Mop and I braided our locks, Took three hours to disassemble our flocks! Oh what fun we had, Till mom came by, My friend had to wash the floor you see!