Thought for the day -- V: Ode to Caydon Hay

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 ;-) )

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Comment by Trisha on April 1, 2008 at 9:54am
Dorothy you are too funny!
Comment by Linda Weldon on February 21, 2008 at 5:02pm
Tell Bear to stop talking with his mouth full, Dorothy!
Comment by Gary Stuart on February 21, 2008 at 4:04pm
How true (not the part about you needing serious help :))!

And to quote Bottom in A Midsummer Night's Dream:

"Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow."

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