For a horse who’s a-laying
For a horse who’s a-rolling,
No sound is as sweet,
As a wet fart come a-roaring.
But oh the toils we gathered on the way,
As my horse passes over the last of his hay.
Refusing but only a few tiny wet sips
To go back to the dirt for another long dip.
Though for now you seem really quite calm
If you don’t get going and start walking on,
This small tummy ache will only turn worse,
For this seems to be your summerly curse.
Please, oh please, I know it’s not fun
But I need you to poop once and we’re done.
If poop will not come as you meagerly trot out,
We must go where poop flow is never in doubt.
Round, round in circles each way we go,
Your ears are pinned and eyes are narrowed.
No sound to be heard from that big bouncing gut,
No flapping great gas coming out of your butt.
Alas we must try this one final measure
Before I administer my VetriBute treasure,
Alight, my great steed, into this slant trailer,
Treat me not as if I am your jailer.
One foot then two mount onto the mats,
And then you just stop there like a big scaredy cat.
You do not fool me, you giant bay knave.
You’re nothing if not chill and rather quite brave.
We are in no rush, we’re going nowhere,
This is all just a ruse, trust me, it’s fair.
The sooner you poop, the sooner it’s done,
Please, oh please, I know it’s not fun.
Your best friend from outside gives you a nicker,
He loads much better than you, that’s the real kicker.
Then, finally, after backing and going
You give a soft grunt, and poop signs start showing.
Your tail starts raising, your head starts to drop,
Then come the poops, falling one two three in a plop.
Now come the bellows of a long wicked wet fart,
No sound sounds sweeter to your mother’s poor heart.
Ah, so much better, your stomach must feel,
This quick little exercise has saved us another ordeal.
Now up into the trailer you come with a spring,
It’s just for consistency, it ain’t no big thing.
Back, back, back out of the trailer you go
I hear gut sounds that were silent just moments ago.
Let us go see if you’re ready for a drink,
After all that you must be thirsty, I’d think.
To the trough we go brimming with water so clear,
Into it your lips drop and suck water like it’s beer.
I untie your halter, I promised it would be done,
You pooped and you farted, now go run and have fun.
