It Behooves Me

Come look at all my rowdy friends
That ripple through the grass!
They walk and trot and canter hard,
But they will let you pass.
For horses, ponies, donkeys, goats,
A unicorn and mule;
They’re gentle, but remember…
All my rowdy friends be hooved!*

A Quadrille (44-word poem) written because it’s fun, and I like the form and the rowdy friends I don’t actually have.

*The proper word is “hoofed.” But it ruins the whole poem, so let’s disregard that for a moment, thanks!

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