Stuck in the Mud

Four horses were stood in a Care-Home field,

Sadly, chewing over the price of hay

And how much silage they ate each day.

 

“I used to inhabit a fine field of my own

With lush green grass, not rubble and stone!”

 

“Now we’re all stuck her in our filthy coats!”

 

“We are literally up to our knees in mud!

I’d complain to the farmer, but he’s no good!”

 

“Our foals don’t visit us to gambol and play.

If I could move, I’d run away…”

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Comments

<Deleted User> (33618)

Sun 22nd May 2022 00:13

So sad but true for some.

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John Botterill

Sat 21st May 2022 12:52

Thanks Holden. Much appreciated! 😀

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 20th May 2022 23:17

An excellent, unique take on the theme, John, I really enjoyed it! 😎

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John Botterill

Fri 20th May 2022 17:42

Great knowledge Stephen. I had that Larkin poem in mind. I think it's called 'At Grass', these are more 'At Mud'.
Oh no! I'm more of a pessimist than Larkin!

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 20th May 2022 15:53

Quite sad but clever, John. Larkin said that retired horses 'gallop for what must be joy.' These seem a bit past that!

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