My little horse must think it queer
that I tremble in fear
as I reach for the deer
to tuck it between the car front and rear
oh what a waste
one cannot but tempt to taste
the goodness of luck
all three of us leave in a truck.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My little horse must think it queer
that I tremble in fear
as I reach for the deer
to tuck it between the car front and rear
oh what a waste
one cannot but tempt to taste
the goodness of luck
all three of us leave in a truck.