Horny the Horse

Horny the Horse

by Bob Grant

Horny the Horse had it made in the shade,

Had his nose in the air and his tail in a braid.

Had a mare in his stall – the envy of many,

A beautiful mate with the short name of Jenny.

But Horny had eyes for the pastures around,

And the pretty young mares he searched for and found.

He jumped many fences – ran many a mile,

Sharing with one just wasn’t his style.

He felt like a stud for the risks that he’d take,

Never thinking of what was really at stake.

Til’ he returned one night to his great alarm,

As Jenny had locked him out of the barn.