In the valley by the rippling creek
arose a stench, a crippling reek;
the whirring wings of a dragonfly
hovered next to a flagon dry.
On the stone banks lay a bony pile,
the rotting remains of pony bile;
the horse had drunk the flagon dry
when offered it by the dragonfly.
Not quite dead the horse drew breath
narrowly missing a cruel brew death;...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:14 am