This Poem was Submitted By: Betty Lou Hebert On Date: 2000-03-30 18:59:01 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Wild Horse

  My uncle used to make home brew.   He always had a barrel or two,   Made out of oak and he would say   He made the finest brew that way.   One time he hauled an empty out   Into the field and set about   To fill it to the very brink,   With water for his horse to drink.   Next day when we sat down to eat   And all complained about the heat,   We heard a whinny, strange and wild.   My uncle's horse, so calm and mild,   Was running madly here and there,   With rolling eyes and flying hair   He bucked and jumped and shook his head.   It looked as though he might have fed   On loco weed, but soon we found   The reason he was dashing round.   He drank a half a barrel and he   Was just as drunk as he could be!   

Copyright © March 2000 Betty Lou Hebert

Additional Notes:
With apologies in advance for this giddy piece!


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