Originally Posted by SASless
Way back in my mis-spent youth....about the time I discovered beer, airplanes, and girls....I fancied myself a rider of horses....young unridden horses. - Life was good.
At the risk of being labled a 'bit of a cheeky bastard' I reckoned I should trot out an old verse - so to speak.
Apologies to those under fire.
TET
And one was there, a sassy stripling on a small and flighty beast,
She was something like a racehorse undersized,
With a touch of English pony—three parts thoroughbred at least—
And such as are by mountain drivers prized.
She was a whirlwind of desire—would never need a gig.
There was courage in her quick impatient tread;
A challenge of gameness and a lovely, long lithe leg,
On this mare this sassy boy, would need to keep his head.