Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to calm
was the firm rule he did make
this one or none in the stall
was that which customers had to take
or do with no ride at all
but for the paying equestrians
either way they win or lose
as there was no choice but accept or reject
for any of them to choose
At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe
Slick sleuth rotund from a thousand tutorials
Ideality frisked into quixotic filly deplorable
Avid lover Danton handles haggard hill driven
Hoof throb corruption chorales sin's provision
Ever after mantra mashed into lurid intervals
Putrid piebald frames racecourse, analytical
Etching on ranch entrance, ostler is cognizant
Required for pyxis stamina, rubies resplendent
Camofluer canters to sumer anonymous rural
Damsel plans her Danton's conclusion brutal
Mid August Triumphant Lament
For love has come, thus will go..
But do you think I will ever let you so
You will be alone in wandering
And might think that I will do nothing..
So there I went to seek revenge
Rode my horse to take avenge
To those who took you away from me
The reasons why you I'll never see..
While on my way to where you're last
I saw the happy image of our past..
Before you warned me of your death..
My Bess, without me you took your final breath..
Now I only have a thing in mind
Tim the ostler I will find
Let him pay the priceless debt
For this sole cause my life I bet..
But how sweet a life would be..
If living is just a loan to me
Then death I shall willingly bargain
So I can be with you once again..
Then I heard a loud noise, a bang!
Blood is oozing, my thoughts hang..
Everything around me stood still..
And I saw you, my love, my will..
The sacrifice you made my love
Got us together, you now I have..
In the winter's night I met you
Today, tomorrow and all that's due..
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