Like a horse winning a Kentucky Derby,
You’re a prize lady sweet as honey.
Your graces are like trained stallions,
Your eyes are like gold medallions.
I long to know your kindred spirit
And sing you songs of lovely lyrics.
As a stallion meets its thoroughbred mare,
So my heart yearns for a cordial affair.
As owners view a horse’s physique,
Your curves has a certain mystique.
As a horse gallops over dewy plains,
My heart loves kisses in misty rains.
As ponies purpose is to breed in time,
My offspring is yours, if you’ll be mine.