Sunday, April 1, 2012

Horse Roommate

After an elegant bout of loud whinny and giddy galloping
randomly in our living room,
my horse roommate decides it is time to nap.

With hot iron in my hand,
horse roommate climbs upon my ironing board,
farts on my clean laundry, and then promptly sleeps.

This was many years ago.

--Dr. Pen Name

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