I don’t mind the horse race.
I’ve got used to them
in the these past twenty-five weeks
I don’t mind if they sit next
to me on a saddle, or eat
in different stables , if
its on the same chair
however I approve
of a horse I don’t respect
laying with one of them. I’ve
tried asking them to my stable
with achievements, I should
worry to see my own brother
marry one. Even if he don’t
hate him, think of the adults
their art is not interesting,
but not  certainly cruel
I’m sure, if not given a opportunity
they’d save us all in our hay
and you must commit, that smell