My cart horse was a hindrance <br />Toiling slowly up ahead <br />Plodding unproductively <br />From break of day till bed <br /> <br />Forming rutted furrows <br />On a well worn clichéd track <br />So I unhitched him from out in front <br />And tied him to the back <br /> <br />If he could not lead quicker <br />When my mind was in a rush <br />My view ahead was slicker <br />When I made the bugger push <br /> <br />And better still when off the track <br />This cumbersome caboose <br />It flew with nought to hold me back <br />I’d let the horse go loose.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strong-028-free-rein-for-a-frosted-foal-strong/
