Quatrains x4 of the Edge!

The Care-free Horse

I gallop around and graze the meadow,

But, not where master has begun to sow!

The flowers so rich, so tasty, so balmy;

For all I care, there is none for me.

And Now we go for the fast-paced race,

Where master makes me wear a lace.

It helps me focus, he would often repeat,

But, still I find running, a paradise retreat!

I usually come first and feel glorified!

But When I don't, I feel mortified.

I'm always the choice for number one,

'Cause, Everytime I run, I feel like I've won!

But me, I feel rather care-free!

When I run, I find myself in glee!

I know that's nothing to be proud of;

But, everything else is a seeming turn-off!