She was just playing.

She was just playing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When she in control
dangled the carrot;
all the donkeys came running.

Choose me! choose me!

She had a complete disregard
for inferior beings, dumb
even ponies small.

She kept the carrot
dangling,
her web of deceit;
there was no prize
for second best

After all........
she was a mare
looking for a stallion.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 14, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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