The Mixup

Here's a poem of mirth, a very real incident that happened on Facebook not so long ago. There I have some pictures posted of horses from my past, and one was a picture of a stallion I once owned. He was in the middle of the breeding of a mare, and so he was showing his prowess to everyone that was there. A comment it emitted, from a relative of mine, "He's showing off his manhood," she exclaimed, as if it was a crime. "If I would have posted the picture taken right after this one here, you would have seen him breeding, that is the truth my dear!" was my reply. "Look at her," she said, "she's ready and she's waiting!" "Yes I replied back again, "It was almost time for mating!" Meanwhile on another picture, unknown to me and she; a picture of my husband hugging his eighteen year old daughter; our conversation was being posted below that picture too, and so you can imagine what images it conjured up! As people read the comments, and drew their own conclusions, I thought it rude and crude, they were suffering from delusions! Once I saw the posts there, I quickly remedied all thoughts that were in the gutter, I posted one last post, clearing up the matter!