This horse I thought I’d ride <br /> <br />Is dead. Why try to flog it? <br /> <br />Might as well get off the thing. <br /> <br />Don’t think to drag it <br /> <br />To the winning post. <br /> <br />What winning post? There isn’t one. <br /> <br />It’s dead I tell you. Dead. <br /> <br />Always on its last legs it was. <br /> <br />Gasping its demise when first <br /> <br />It dropped into my head. <br /> <br />Carried me nowhere, <br /> <br />Never reached the starting line. <br /> <br />Bury it good and proper I will, <br /> <br />And get a sleeping dog instead. <br /> <br />It might dream something up <br /> <br />Ron Gardner<br /><br />tej Singh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-wanted-to-write-a-poem/
