Post by rummi on Dec 30, 2007 14:06:47 GMT 1
Inspired by lorraine's poem i thought I'd try one to Bailey. I used to like writing poems when i was at school but for some strange reason this is the first i've written in 15 years!!!
Be gentle..... ;D
The Hairy Hooligan
My Rummi, my rock, 10 years together,
I’m sure it can’t get any better,
But to make sure I don’t have it too easy,
I decided to get myself a new little baby!
I wanted a youngster, all full of challenge.
But sensible enough that I could manage!
Three year old gelding, I planned at first,
But very soon, my bubble had burst.
So many 3 year olds jumping and showing,
bited, backed, even though still growing.
These babies were spoilt before they were four,
I wanted a yearling. What breed to go for?
I wanted a stocky, chunky young fella,
Something fairly big, not Fallabella!
Gypsy cob, Fjord, what will it be?
A HAFLINGER! That’s the pony for me!
A found a yearling, a Holland import.
A quiet little colt, or so I thought!
Came home in the trailer, just a short trip,
Any soon came the vet with a snip, snip snip!
Uncle Rummi showed him the way,
Bailey looked up to this kindly big bay,
He quickly grew tall, he quickly grew wide,
And then we discovered the HOOLIGAN inside!
He can strop, he can nip, he tries barging a bit,
If he had too much grass, he can be a G I T!
He jumps the fencing to some more food,
In fact, just sometimes, he can be rather RUDE!
But most of the time he’s a loveable rogue,
A cuddly, gentle sweet little toad!
I love him to bits and tell him each day….
My darling little Bailey, you’re here to stay!
Be gentle..... ;D
The Hairy Hooligan
My Rummi, my rock, 10 years together,
I’m sure it can’t get any better,
But to make sure I don’t have it too easy,
I decided to get myself a new little baby!
I wanted a youngster, all full of challenge.
But sensible enough that I could manage!
Three year old gelding, I planned at first,
But very soon, my bubble had burst.
So many 3 year olds jumping and showing,
bited, backed, even though still growing.
These babies were spoilt before they were four,
I wanted a yearling. What breed to go for?
I wanted a stocky, chunky young fella,
Something fairly big, not Fallabella!
Gypsy cob, Fjord, what will it be?
A HAFLINGER! That’s the pony for me!
A found a yearling, a Holland import.
A quiet little colt, or so I thought!
Came home in the trailer, just a short trip,
Any soon came the vet with a snip, snip snip!
Uncle Rummi showed him the way,
Bailey looked up to this kindly big bay,
He quickly grew tall, he quickly grew wide,
And then we discovered the HOOLIGAN inside!
He can strop, he can nip, he tries barging a bit,
If he had too much grass, he can be a G I T!
He jumps the fencing to some more food,
In fact, just sometimes, he can be rather RUDE!
But most of the time he’s a loveable rogue,
A cuddly, gentle sweet little toad!
I love him to bits and tell him each day….
My darling little Bailey, you’re here to stay!
