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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Animal · #2237650
He wears a bowler hat
There’s so much I can tell you
I don’t know where to start
Perhaps at the beginning
With the horse before the cart

The horse’s name is Churchill
He wears a bowler hat
He is a handsome equine
You have to give him that

But even though he’s British
You can’t tell from his neigh
‘Cause horses don’t have accents
No matter what they say

His day starts early morning
He wakes up at first light
Already he feels weary
He stood all through the night

He has to do some stretching
Take a little walk around
His hooves make clip-clop noises
A pleasant kind of sound

He stops to have some breakfast
The same thing every day
You’d think he’d like some porridge
Instead of eating hay

And then he must get ready
To pull that heavy cart
The harness is strapped on him
That’s not his favorite part

But Churchill waits in silence
He stands still in one place
The handler whispers to him
Strokes his nose and rubs his face

The horse knows what his job is
He’s done this for so long
This life is what he’s trained for
He knows where he belongs

But somewhere deep inside him
He dreams of what could be
He longs for open meadows
He wishes to run free

I had so much to tell you
I never got to say
Then somehow I got sidetracked
It just turned out that way

But now you know of Churchill
The horse that pulls the cart
A horse you can admire
A horse to steal you heart

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