Returned from a ride,
Carl, Catherine and I’d
Always find ourselves in disarray.
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Two little girls,
Penny loafers and curls,
‘Top our mud-smattered Clydesdale valet.
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Bedraggled with crud,
Would we scrub, soak, and sud
At the comely colt’s calico coat.
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Stood he seventeen hands,
Of a thoroughbred strand
(And of Flemish descent, I might note).
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One day it was so,
As we buffed from below,
There unsheathed a prodigious projection.
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Consumed, Catherine teemed,
“Clean his penis!” she screamed,
Seizing hold of the equine erection.
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So we lathered and gripped,
But we slipped as it whipped.
Washing bronco dong proved quite the feat.
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A-mustering our might,
Firmly latching on tight,
The steed’s staff swept us clean off our feet.
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“Don’t let go!” Catherine cried,
And for dear life, we tried
To hold on to the renegade rod.
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To the cock, did we cling,
To and fro, would we swing,
Our foray, we feared fatally flawed.
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When abruptly, he bucked,
From his prick, we were plucked,
And like two little dolls, were we tossed.
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Unawares of the scope,
And presuming ‘twas soap
In which suddenly then we’d been glossed.
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Now Forty years gone,
Fully grown and moved on,
Since that cosmically curious day.
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Only just twenty-eight
Since sweet Cat met her fate,
Crushed to death ‘neath a large Cleveland Bay.
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By her grave I reflect,
As I pay my respect,
And I lay down a wreath of bay laurel.
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Every now and again,
Do I think of my friend,
And a calico Clydesdale called Carl.
disgusting!