- Vol. 10
- Chapter 03
That Speckled Grey
There was a man.
And there was a horse that
was the colour of pebbles,
assuming that pebbles are speckled grey,
and this man had a horse,
or at least that’s what he thought,
but facts, being facts, always aren’t
because this horse had a man
and this horse juggled its man
upside down, sideways, and in the air.
The man took every precaution,
wore a tin hat on his head, tight
blue breeches, knee-high boots with
giddy-ups pokums on them, and
a leather saddle strapped on his thighs.
The horse wore nothing at all,
except for that man of his, and
at every opportunity that horse
threw his man like a tossed coin.
And everyone said that man
was just horsing around, but
that horse had a thing or two to say about that.