Wednesday, December 3, 2008

THIS WOMAN BY CHERYL V.

THIS WOMAN
This woman walked up to a horse, named Ranger
She had a carrot in her hand in the horse's range
The horse seemed to be in a peppy mood
And was wearing no horseshoes
At the time, she was about to go on a walk up the mountains
At the time, she couldn't ride the horse because it wasn't mounted
So, she held a carrot out to the horse
But, somehow, her hand got caught in its mouth
At that time, someone had to pull her hand out of its mouth
She thought it was cool
Until she, almost, jumped out of her shoes
Then, she, almost, laughed at Ranger
Until she noticed how bruised, her finger was at range
So, then, she grew afraid of the horse
And didn't know what to do, of course
No longer, was Ranger, her friend
But all the horse wanted was her love in the end
So, then, she had the heart to forgive the poor horse
Because, after all, the horse had been trying to be nice, of course
And after all, the horse was, only, an animal
And it hadn't met to grab onto her fingers as of love, his heart was full

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