by Simbo Rumblebelly There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few Why, I wonder, did the pony stroll into my lawn today? Maybe it's a little bored with eating only hay? Taking not the least bit notice to a word I say Like a sturdy tree that's rooted firmly; seems it's here to stay Does the pony have a name? If not, I think I'll call it Keith Should I find a bounder though, to nab this flower thief Disregarding all attempts to tempt it off with leaves Dare not try to prod it, for it's got some large and sturdy teeth Finally it stops it feasting and then wanders down the lane Striding off quite briskly with some petals in its mane Soon I think my garden's safe, but no! It's all in vain Looking out next morning I can see the pony back again Still I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers Every day it comes along and eats away for hours Nothing seems to put it off, not wind, nor rain nor showers There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers Some information about the artist: Master Simbo is a famous poet around the Shire. When not preoccupied with collecting and eating pies, Master Simbo works on expanding his collection of self-written poems. He is a regular visitor of the Green Dragon, where on fridaynights he may be found willing to recite some of his work. Master Simbo is also a gifted musician and actor. He also is the initiator and promoter of synchronised dancing, giving classes and performances with his Dancing Troupe. |
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