Equine not a swine,
Horse not a ham,
For dinner I do dine,
Unlike a pig with which you brine…J
I am not being fattened up,
For Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner,
I do most certainly love carrots & apples,
Mom says of me I am her little winner…J
No that’s not a wiener,
A horse am I, my name Dreamer,
I love my people, mom the best,
You’d like me too; I have a very friendly demeanor …J
© ed J 8/17/08
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Georg
Fee
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Ron
What a cute poem!
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
And here it was about HORSES; had my eyes/tastebuds ready for a slab of HAM!! LOL
For Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner
Thank God for that! When Rufuz told me that the old Jersey Devil wanted to start eating wolves, I figured it would only be a matter of time before his devilish hungry eyes turned towards black bears, possums, pigeons, cats, and maybe even horses.