“A disgruntled cowboy horse poem -I had fun turning tables .
Forgive me John Wayne and fans, it’s only a fun fable “
The human fly on me !
He sits on me as if I am a chair
digging thorny hooves into my belly bare
His tight pants are surely starting to hurt
under his unwashed ‘n’ stinkin’ pink shirt.
Long, coiled ropes (here I smirk ‘n’ neigh)
perhaps to hang himself one fine day.
I have had enough of his jiggling bum
bouncing about, clutching a smoking gun.
Little does he know, the swaggering fool
thinking himself to be pretty cool
Doesn’t he know I have not been fed
and another gun-totting, smoking fly lurks ahead?
He is very soon going to land up dead
with that funny plate still on his head!