Some horses are white,

and maybe they might

get on a flight

in the middle of the night

to Mexico, right?


Some horses are black

and they'll run and attack

people with a sharp thumb tack,

sticking out from a sack

on a train track.


Some horses are brown

and maybe they'll frown

when they see a clown 

go into town

to buy a gown.

8 years old... obviously in no way concerned with reality

The End

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