Best Paddock Poems
Professor Paddock of virology was a stocky man
He observed a little beetle on the skirt of Messy Anne
He took out his double DNA space probe
Focused it on Anne's hepatic lobe
And leapt out of the window without any thoughtful game plan
A talented toad
hopped on a horse named Lily,
riveting the crowd!
HORSE LOVE
DAYBREAK IN THE PADDOCK
Just a barn girl
Armed with shovel
Sleeps in tack room
Filthy hovel
But at dawn
When dews kiss green
Prince of Arabs
Calls her Queen
V Anderson-Throop
11/4/12
A harass of horse and string of foals
A stud of mares,midst a labour of moles
A harass of horse and a string of foals
A stud of mares midst a labour of moles.
An American doublet
Icy black silk, but no, not quite
More on like a sinuous pupil
Deep and cool
Betraying only its surface
Slipping between banks of ivory cream
Frothy, bubbling pearls hang from its lips
And tiny tawny soldiers from ivory stand
In sweeping magnificence
So calm and stony
One flowing sheet of inky ebony
Strikingly beautiful and proud