Since I have seen your picture I cannot get you out of my mind, your stuck there - I think I have fallen for you my queen, as I always do when the time of courtship arrives I sat down and wrote you this poem.
If this isn't creepy how would you feel if I move close to were you are living? Don't worry I am not going to stalk you just want to see you... from time to time and from a distance.
My lovely horse.
Running through the field.
Where are you going,
With your fetlocks blowing
In the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps.
And ride you over fences.
Polish your hooves every single day.
And bring you to the horse dentist.
My lovely lovely lovely horse.
My lovely horse (my lovely horse),
You’re a pony no more (you’re a pony no more).
Running around, with a man on your back,
like a train in the night…
Like a train in the night.
