Tadgh Quill-Manley Poet Rhyme

My Connemara Filly

“Dammit,” he cried
“I’ll never get you clean” 
For what he had seen 
Was nothing but mean

“Come on over, now, here’s your feed” 
As the pony ran over
With a great deal of speed

Her leg limped
Over a hard patch of ground 
That was by no means good 
At least the rest were sound

She was covered in dirt 
From head to toe
She rolled in the soiled grass 
All that mud was a foe

The majestic white coat
Hid deep underneath
The only thing bright
Was her freshly cleaned teeth

The show is tomorrow
And there’s no time for fun 
“My Connemara filly,
What on earth have you done?”

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