A woman came home at the end of the day and was greeted at the door by her
“hunky” husband who was dressed in nothing but very sexy, silk boxers.
“Tie me up”, the hunky husband growled, “and you can do
anything you want.”
So the woman tied him up… and went riding.
Compliments of J. Kelly
A rickety lorry trundled
A nickering horse did cry
In two short hours a’coming
A life would surely die
Sprang open then, a golden gate
Stood noble, Jean and Clyde
In cantered old grey Bobby
Saint Peter by their side
A lonely lad stood waiting
A space descends his heart
On the windswept moor, she did appear
A sculpted work of art
His mind and soul were lifted
Forty years had passed
A flaxen welsh cob filly
His life returned at last
Yet still that man stood hoping
Will Bobby return to me?
‘My man’ said Pete
‘I need a groom….. For all eternity.’
This poem tells of Bobby the old dappled grey horse whom I drove on the farm at Tranent, East Lothian, Scotland,52 years ago. I was fifteen years old as was he. A year later a lorry appeared and Bobby disappeared forever. I missed him all those years then, one day in 2002, in windswept Aberdeenshire, I stumbled upon Jenny, a
20-month old, flaxen haired, Welsh cobxIrish draft chestnut filly. Some things are meant to be.
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