Horse Poems

by Ria
(Australia)

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horsey that bends.
My friends all ride warmbloods, I must make amends.
I practice my leg yields, each evenin 'til ten.
So, oh Lord, won't you buy me a horsey that bends.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't buck
I'm tired of trying to land standing up.
I spend all my time, brushing dirt off my butt.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't buck.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't bite.
I count all my fingers and toes every night.
I feel like a carrot, when I'm in his sight.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that won't bite.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse with a brain.
Mine is scared of his own shadow, it's driving me insane.
I ask him to do things, but he forgets his own name.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse with a brain.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that stays clean.
I brush him, I groom him, I've considered chlorine.
His colours too chestnut for a horse with grey genes.
So oh Lord, won't you buy me a horse that stays clean

Oh Lord, won't you give him some hindquarter drive.
This horse is so lazy, I'm not sure he's alive.
We bend and we circle, 'til way, way past five.
So oh Lord, won't you give him some hindquarter drive.
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I wish I could be a Thoroughbred, and run like a flash,
Towards the finish on Derby Day, I would surely love to dash.
I wish I could be a dressage horse, trotting a figure eight across the sand,
Dancing canters and pirouettes surely would be grand.
I wish I could be a show jumper, leaping oh so high,
Over the toughest jumps, surely I could fly.
I wish I could be a mustang, and graze beneath the trees,
Galloping over dusty trails, and whatever else I please.
I wish I could be a stock horse, cutting cows from the herd,
I'd amaze all my spectators, and they wouldn't say a word.
I wish I could be a Clydesdale, and pull a cart with pride,
I would please my driver so much, his whip wouldn't need to touch my hide.
I wish I could be a Saddlebred, and prance around the ring,
To feel a sash across my neck would surely make me sing.
I wish I could be a Pegasus, and soar into the night,
I would leap into the air, beneath the silver moonlight.
I wish I could be a Quarter Horse, stopping on a dime,
I would love to say something more, but I can't finish out this rhyme.
I wish I could be a lot of things, but doubt I ever will,
You see I'm just a pony, but I'll keep on dreaming still.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A wonderful horse, waiting for me
As beautiful as horses can be
A chestnut, red as Mars
When she jumps up, she hits the stars

A deep brown eye, like jarrah wood
When I give her aids, she does what she should
This horse is the only one for me
I'll ride her from Queensland to Northern Territory

This horse and I, when we meet first
I will ride her for all I'm worth
She'll gallop so fast, it really is frightening
This horse goes by the name of Lightning