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Curb Your Horse!
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For a minute I thought old Jersey Ed was visiting us on the west coast for the Rose Bowl parade but then I realized it was something else. This stretch of sidewalk where I take a daily walk at lunch is near where I work and serves as a shortcut to a local equestrian trail. Riders use it because the adjacent street is very busy and its use would be �..equinicidal. Photo:Road Apples by Patrick Granfors

Of all the things to slow my gait Pedestrian speed bumps in LA They didn’t exactly fall from trees These road apples made from hay They’re as American as apple pie Garden treasures from a steed Unless of course they’re Arabian I didn’t witness the fateful deed Perhaps it was a Palomino But certainly not Mr. Ed Unlike our famous den mate That talking horse is dead I’m sure it wasn’t a Clydesdale They quit the Rose Parade And the evidence on the sidewalk Is less than they’d have made It couldn’t be a Mustang The emissions left behind Would violate the standards That California has in mind It must have been a Lipizzan The ones that love to prance Who else could have set the stage To make us do a sidewalk dance I guess is doesn’t matter Such things don’t me disturb There must not be an etiquette For taking horses to the curb Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 3, 2012

Can you imagine New York City in 1900? Since we can no longer tolerate sidewalk debris of any kind I suggest that one of those enterprising inventors out there come out with a under horsetail apple catcher. They can come to me for the patent rights. ;-)

Ron

Can you imagine doggie do on wheelchair tires carried into the house�stinky?

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green

Reviewed on January 2, 2012

~ :) L O L :) ~

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on December 30, 2011

Serious subject, but such fun
reading your verse *Patrick*

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Tom poesyco.th@gmail.com

PAT - GREAT PIC N' VERSE !

WHEN I WAS AKID, 2 SISTERS HAD A FIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET,
PICKIN' UP FRESH STEAMIN' HOT HORSE-TURDS, N' THROWIN' AT ONE ANOTHER.
KER-SPLAT! WHAT A SIGHT TO SEE!

Reviewed by Annabel Sheila

Giggle....I agree it should have been picked up. Dogs get a bad name around our city...but it's because some owners just don't pick up after them! Loved your fun poem, Patrick!

Anna

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on December 29, 2011

I agree with Mr. Ed But...they shold have cleaned it up--gives us resonsible horsepeople a bad name!

Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks

Reviewed on December 28, 2011

Road Apples without the lap top.

Reviewed by Chip Bergeron

Got roses????Best stuff in the world for em. Never look a gift horsen (turd) in the mouth.

Chip Bergeron

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Mr. Ed Says:

I sure hope you scooped it all up,
And took it home, to your garden;
One of the best fertilizers around,
What a Christmas gift you were given!

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on December 27, 2011

Patrick, I love this poem, it is very uplifting and humorous.. Thank you for putting a sparkle in my eye.

Much peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

They need a flat edge shovel and a bucket! etiquette another
horse tale !! fun write Patrick! Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Good one Patrick. Well done.

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

Yeah, why'd Clydesdales quit the Rose Bowl parade? However, I've often wondered about those walking behind.
Mark

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

That old Jersey Devil fella cleans up after his self...;-)Jurseeeeeeeeey