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