Horse, of Course
a filly
prances about, acts silly;
definitely not a mare
there.
in pasture,
a great joy to run faster;
it’s fun to watch a young colt
bolt.
a hallion
grows up, becomes a stallion.
rascal equine as a child:
wild.
a pony
pretending, never phony,
but in essence, of course:
horse.
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a strange form: 3a/7a/7b/1b, with 2-syllable a-rhymes
the name is actually Deibide Baise Fri Toin, and I have no
idea where that comes from
a 'hallion' is a rascal
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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