Old Paint
A companion to a sassy rose,
Like a protective vase made of gold...
This horse loves adventure more than "Ain't",
While possessing the name of Hanover's 'Old Paint'.
Apocalyptic battles he would fight,
From wee in the morning to late at night!
And with his perpetual blackened eye,
A mighty wink would be his war cry!
With splotches of white and brown,
These would signal their arrival into a new town.
And even though he has a mind of his own,
He will always be Jenny's four legged throne.
So if thrills and wonder is what you find urgent,
Just follow Paint on the pages of 'The Surgeon'.
16-September-2021
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