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Three Hundred and Fifty Horses

There was a man who had a horse Means of friendship and transportation of course Everywhere the man did go horse was there for show This horse began old to grow To the used car lot the man did go Selecting a car with many horses you know Not knowing it was a lemon he bought Now on the car he constantly sought Parts to replace what would not go and On one side the man would stand Peering into the broken car with plan On a stump on the other side The horse would stand trying to guide His friend on where the problem did lie Also he was studying the working parts Trying to figure out how all those horses fit inside

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/1/2009 8:48:00 AM
So did I get a good chuckle out of this poem, the horse studying the motor. Also, Carolyn said something that gave another thought, saying it was going into her favorites. That is" this whole thing is getting into my valves " you know a motor has valves.Lol. Sincerely, Moses
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Date: 10/1/2009 8:30:00 AM
Got a great chuckle from this witty poem, Sara! I never did understand why they called it "horse power" anyway. Horses have the power to offer friendship and loyalty -- certainly not true with engines. I had a great image of the horse studying the engine and the last line made me laugh out loud. Great work!! This goes to my faves, Sara! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 10/1/2009 6:14:00 AM
Funny rhyme Sara ! Loved this one ! james
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Date: 10/1/2009 5:48:00 AM
Amazing rhyme, Sara! At least a horse could go where cars would stop. Nicely written! And thank yo for your comment on Memories. Keep writing! ...Gert
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Date: 10/1/2009 5:31:00 AM
I'm another horse growing old, and so is my car. I hope what few horses it has left will last a while longer. Good humor, Sara. Love, daver
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