She turns her back
Oil slick fringed mane
Leather draped saddle
Booted hooves refrain.
She smiles at me
Cheshire cat wide
Swaying side to side
Rounded bottom hide.
Not the polkadot girl
The one with sensible shoes
But what’s the name of a fish
Stacked inside of a barrel?
Just something to follow
A little sport of mine
And then grab and harness
A pinch of salt with lime.
That is if I can reach her
They walk faster every day
Tanned leather with supple minds
And a taste for hot sweet rinds.
So all the women come and go
And I am left with an Oreo
A dried up nibble in my hand
While I watch a marching band.
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