It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”
I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”
Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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