Poor ole Wiggenweld he was a horse
One that could run and neigh of course
He pulled the wagon for the farmer
Yes he was a real good charmer
He had the softest mane and tail
Oh it made the mares all flail
With shining hooves and sparkling eyes
Surely one day he'd meet his demise
Ole wiggenweld was always punctual
Even after he ran out of fuel
But he always did discombobulate
Old Paul Tane when he watched the gate
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Poems I've written
PoetryJust a few poems i played around with and wrote. Please do not claim these as your own, they are my originals.
