Horses and men are just alike. <br />There was my stallion, Billy Lee, <br />Black as a cat and trim as a deer, <br />With an eye of fire, keen to start, <br />And he could hit the fastest speed <br />Of any racer around Spoon River. <br />But just as you'd think he couldn't lose, <br />With his lead of fifty yards or more, <br />He'd rear himself and throw the rider, <br />And fall back over, tangled up, <br />Completely gone to pieces. <br />You see he was a perfect fraud: <br />He couldn't win, he couldn't work, <br />He was too light to haul or plow with, <br />And no one wanted colts from him. <br />And when I tried to drive him -- well, <br />He ran away and killed me.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peleg-poague/
