SweetieG
Sep. 22, 2009, 03:41 PM
Rain rain go away.
My pony and I want to play.
The field is like a bowl of soup.
My pony’s drenched from poll to croup.
The ring’s all-weather. That’s what they say.
But what if it’s all washed away?
Jealous of your indoor? Yes!
Riding outdoors is quite a mess.
We can’t run, and we can't jump.
I fear we’re both becoming plump.
We try our best to ride on flat,
But then there’s lightning. There goes that!
Oh, and don't forget my tack.
There’s no surprise when I get back.
Despite the fans and how I clean,
When I return it’s close to green.
So yes, this weather’s got me down.
I’m trying hard to lose this frown.
I hope the sun will come back soon
So I can start to change this tune!
:):):)
My pony and I want to play.
The field is like a bowl of soup.
My pony’s drenched from poll to croup.
The ring’s all-weather. That’s what they say.
But what if it’s all washed away?
Jealous of your indoor? Yes!
Riding outdoors is quite a mess.
We can’t run, and we can't jump.
I fear we’re both becoming plump.
We try our best to ride on flat,
But then there’s lightning. There goes that!
Oh, and don't forget my tack.
There’s no surprise when I get back.
Despite the fans and how I clean,
When I return it’s close to green.
So yes, this weather’s got me down.
I’m trying hard to lose this frown.
I hope the sun will come back soon
So I can start to change this tune!
:):):)