Mare Travails

Trampling caused travails of a mare, Now hopping like a piece of flubber, While ambling with Sir Greyedalot, When he had honored the stables yesterday, She was taken out for a warm up, And she had truly ambled out, She was about to be spurred to gallop, Suddenly she saw the one she had not in years, It was majestic as it had walked in, Knighthood of horses should be his and his alone, That mien and that tail, With a proud head he soared high, Probably they had changed hand on him of recent, But she already had a reason, All she desired was to be by him, So what if she had about his age sired in her a few times, She had not galloped yesterday, Till SirGreyedalot had walloped, Which sored the travails, Now on return she was bound in a corner stable, Away from the new boy, She now planned her protest, And let them know her mind, She was legging sleep that night, Making her plans, Came morning, Her travails turned to wail, As she was led out to be sold, As she had grown old.