SUBMITTED BY STEPHEN OPRICI.

The foal did shudder,

At his mother’s tiny udder

She fed on her fodder,

And she was a mudder.

If you’re smiling now,

I’ll tell you anudder.

My gelding has colic,

‘Cause he’s a chronic alcoholic,

I offer to call the vets,

But he’ll ignore me, do shots of vodka.

And chainsmoke Saratoga cigarettes.

Whenever my gelding gets real sick,

I bring him to the horsepital.

All the staff are really nice there,

And quite horsepitable.

I know a horsefly;

His name is Pegasus.

He’s quiet during the day,

But is my fly-by night nemesis!