Today we grace you with the poetic ramblings of my surprisingly literary equine partner, Shakespeare -- just for fun. It was written between mouthfuls (of hay, of course), November, 2006. Here goes:
What luscious forage through mine
Velvet lips doth pass?
Ah! Tis sweet, tis delicious
This dried and texturous grass.
Said soft and fragrant stems and leaves
Seem far too good to eat.
But neigh! Tis best to sup than
Leave it lying at mine feet.
No mould to mar mine appetite,
No dust to cloud mine eye,
No stemmy bits to grind through --
I devour it, wet or dry.
A pig in the proverbial sense
I am, I have no doubt,
For when it comes to hay, mine friends,
I'll eat whatever's out.
Foresoothe mine ode must end now,
Back to mine hay I go.
For there is none as sweet to me
As the Caydon hay I know.
Reproduced from the book ""Neigh!" quoth he. The poetic ramblings of a modern-day Shakespeare -- Volume I --" Transcribed by Dorothy McDonall (who, some say, needs some serious help ;-) )