I am furious!! My blog position has been infiltrated by SOMEONE writing a ditty on MY page.
I have my suspicious that it is Princess as she has such an inflated (incorrect) idea of herself ‘lovely looks and big brown eyes’ Huh! What about me – lovely looks and big brown ears. Credit where credit is due I think.
The sun is out its nice and dry
Out she comes with that dog Fly
In we come one by one
A Saturday lots of fun
Princess with her flashy stride
Always gives a lovely ride
Coupled with looks amazing
Sets all visitors a-gazing
Wonderful coat and big brown eyes
A long mane and tail that flies
Out behind her in the breeze
She jumps and gallops with such ease
Biro an equine gentleman
Follows signals – if he can
Takes his rider over jumps
With only little tiny bumps
Dear sweet Meadow gentle soul
Looks after children like her foal
In the school she clicks her toes
Ask for canter off she goes
Crystal now she’s a diva
Showing us her ‘spring fever;
With little bucks in her trot
A 2 beat rhythm she’s forgot
Crystal’s bestie handsome Black Jack
Likes the school work prefers a hack
But the two as a pair
Pull their carriage here and there
What a sight to behold
Trot through traffic fine and bold
Mozart, Hamish, Freckles and Rob
They make up the Scottish mob
Freckles and Robbie hearts entwined
Hamish and Meadow true love did find
The Highlands they just love to eat
A nicer bunch you couldn’t meet
Another pair, mismatched in height
Such good friends they never fight
Gloria so elegant and tall
Dylan rather plump and small
But Cupid worked his lovely way
Brought them together in work and play
Hurricane thinks he’s huge and strong
Opinionated – never wrong
Take no heed its just a guise
He’s really only small in size
Farmer and Farrier the Dartmoor pair
Friends and brothers like to share
All their feed and hay and stuff
Reminding them of the rough
Moorland life in Widecombe
When they were young with their mum
Grown up now they like to pull
Their carriage quickly up the hill
Donkey Eeyore as you are aware
Spends his spare time taking care
To scribe the goings on at the stables
(Sometimes exaggerates the fables)
Asks pretty Galaxy his mate
(as his spelling is not great)
Eeyore didn’t go to school
A fact denied - he is no fool
Then the goats Treacle and Tilly
Both are ladies we have no billy
Gentle girls full of fun
Love to jump and buck and run
Two black cats like shadows flee
Across the yard and fields so free
Last of all the hens so sweet
Always keen to run and greet
Anyone who’s near the run
They squawk and cluck - are loads of fun
Of course they lay eggs galore
Sing to them and they lay more.