I RODE A HORSE NAMED TOM

I was ready to ride

From afar, 

I'd watched the horses play in stride

Some charged forward

Some stayed away

.

I kept my eyes on a stud

He nuzzled the fillies

Never aggressive but stayed

A little silly

.

He played nice and gentle

So when the urges grew strong

The fillies went to him

And Tom sired many a throng

.

When I could no more resist

That hunger to mount

My choice was none other

I knew on Tom I could count

.

Tom was calm but Tom was persistent

When I urged him to run, he would walk

I saw him step carefully to avoid the snakes

I swear, that horse could almost talk!

.

I rode him to the barn to dress him down

We were drenched with his passion and my sweat

I was ready to leave when Tom said to me,

"Never put a good stallion up wet."