“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?”
On a stormy night a baby horse was born.
It took many tries to stand on her own.
Her mother warmed her and by the morn
she could walk in the stable all alone.
How proud of her daughter was mother, Dilly.
Hearing the news, the farmer's children quickly ran.
They smiled at the sight of the little gray filly,
especially the farmer's daughter whose name was Anne.
"She's going to be so much fun," Anne said.
"But we need a name for this little lady."
As if the filly agreed, she nodded her head.
From now on she'd be known as 'Shady.'
When the other farm animals heard the news,
they had a party by the old red brick wall.
The chickens and pigs danced to Maggie's moos.
and Anne gently hugged Shady in her barn stall.
February 26, 2023
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
I knew a filly, thought she was bovine
Whenever she talked, out came this line
‘I am man’s best friend’
This girl would deadpan
'He drinks my milk ~ He is udderly fine'
laced lips lurching
ember eerie embroidery
dripping damped nectar
clustering salient coda
sigh scrunching seduction
callous confetti's contraction
hoisted hips hankering
saucy shriek scoring
sumptuous attention seizing
lanky limbs trace
mystic melody's grace
like lusty race
gaze sparks spewing
Elizabeth, fiery filly.
19:12:22:11:43
lost in the
wild west riding
into town
gunslinger
trigger finger
meet the best
and go down
local saloon
I found clarity
with a girl flirt
said her name was
"Charity"
I told her
I would give
until it hurt
and charitable
she was...
with a howdy miss
gave her a kiss
just north of
her garter county
line she said how
about you grab
that garter
pardner
ride this filly
to the triple crown
you tasted
the best now
I expect you
to go down
Sixteen, thirty-six, sixty-six, eighty-one
Age has no bearing, gawking's a sport for everyone
When a filly walks by
We bug out our eyes
We have trouble breathing, we come undone
A Jealous Filly
He walked up to the gate
Pa said you're kinda late
The last time I seen you you was ridin'
He said well I got throwed
I guess I shoulda knowed
That filly's got feelin's she's been hidin'
I rode down in the draw
To see a colt I saw
Last week when I was checkin' out the stock
She's a chestnut beauty
More than just a cutie
She's hangin' out beneath that painted rock
I looked into her eye
An' I said my oh my
That's when my filly balked an' came unstuck
First it was a snuffle
That became a shuffle
Then a roarin', snortin', genuine buck
I lasted about three
'Til she was shed of me
An' I was gettin' ready for a hike
Well let me tell you son -
You get girls more than one -
It's bound to end in somethin' you don't like
Pa began to chuckle
Jiggled his belt buckle
Said you have learned a lesson for your files.
I said I guess that's true
I hope to learn a few
That don't require a walk of sev'ral miles
4/25/2016
Once lived a great ebony filly
She ran in the Sport of Kings
At three years old and still silly-
She was something,
this filly had wings.
Eight Belles,
second you did place
even though you fell-
In the greatest race.
Big Brown finished first,
But no one knew
your ankles had burst.
but through that finish line you flew.
Your heart took you
Where you feet couldn't go
He tried to tell you whoa-
Running on bone, you raced toward home
Bred into your spirit to fight-
They had to do what was right.
On the track that day
to Heaven you went-
Silly filly, just know how much
to the entire world you meant.
*Dedicated to the great racing filly Eight Belle's
A. Green
As I am with a cervesa in my hand
I watched this filly dance around
Her mane blowing in the wind
The moonlight makes it shine
I know this little mare has got to be mine
She moves quickly from side to side
with her head held high
I picture it in my mind
This one will be mine
I know I can make it work, I'll lasso
Her yet with her tight pants and chaps
And her high heeled boots this one's
Ready to start
I'll hold my rope tight
set my heels in
And harder she fights
the better it will be
This little filly with her head held high
I now she;ll move closer to me