A Horse For Dinner

I went to the vet today, Most eager to hear what he’d say, ‘Threw me out on my ear, With words most sincere, “That horse is too fat, no more hay”. I pondered his words for a while, Not sure I could do this in style, Made the horse a nice steak With plain potato baked, He finished his meal with a smile. So I talked to my vet once again, Said his words had been a god-send, For my horse is quite svelte, He can buckle his belt, And that stallion and I are best friends. Now the horse comes for dinner each night, Pulls up to the table just right, We light a cigar, Have a drink from the bar And toast to the vet with delight. Inspired by Robert L. Hinshaw A Master Limerickman 11/8/2018