I Heard Directly From The Horse’s Mouth (or Never Judge A Horse By His Teeth)

I heard directly from the horse’s mouth
His intentions were always good and proper
His love was pure and real, like no other (a Trojan horse).

They never found out, in fact,
His rusty heart was made of cheap metal
Old brass, not bronze, as he led them to believe.

‘Don’t ever look a gift horse in the mouth’
He was handsome (not smart). His sweet talk fooled them around
With his white powdered smile, he convinced every single crowd.

He was cruel and had no respect
But, no one ever suspected. They did not believe he could hurt,
A person or a single fly (that was his biggest lasting lie). Horse feathers.

He never confessed any wrong doing…
He got away with all misleading, so he kept on deceiving,
‘You can lead a horse to the water, but you can’t make it drink it!’

He carried his lies and pretences,
Which spilled out of his shallow grave. At the very end
Of his devoted mother’s life. (who adored him more than herself)

Long after his death, he continued to be admired,
In spite of him being a liar. His reputation grew even taller
For all ‘the good’ that never was (which he was falsely credited for).

I Heard Directly From The Horse’s Mouth (or Never Judge A Horse By His Teeth)

A horse,
is a horse
is a horse (I say)
And a rose turned out to be just a flower…