Today There Are No Eyes On Me
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Today there are no eyes on me,
a puzzling curiosity!
Whilst riding through the town most days
so many eyes are wont to gaze -
admirers of my fine fetlocks;
my handsome withers, hooves and hocks,
my finely groomed and lustrous mane,
the smart red garb that foils the rain.
For I was bred for royalty;
Milady loves my loyalty.
Her husband is the Magistrate -
most days townsfolk enjoy my gait.
Today she rides with cool aplomb -
none look, except that tailor, Tom.
Why stare as though I wore no clothes?
Perhaps Lady Godiva knows.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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