The Art of Dressage

Friday’s here it’s time to go For our weekend Dressage Show Load the trailer pack the truck WHAT? There’s no room for all my stuff Here we are dressed in black in white In ninety degrees? You think we’re ‘all right’? You must be joking who thought of that? Some masochist who loved black hats I warm up my horse begins to snicker I can tell right now he’s no friend Flicka Galloping in to a screeching halt He passes gas, an after thought? Turn left at C or was that right? My caller sneezed oh what a plight Lets go left the whistle blows Up to the judge’s stand we go That’s okay I turn and smile As Savoir Faire leaves a pile Cantering past the letter E That was suppose to be a simple change of lead I think we are up to minus six Savvy’s brakes need to be fixed Ten-meter circle, it’s nice and round He snags the chain the ring comes down Patiently we stand and wait As the TD drives in the stakes Final movement down centerline X, halt, Salute we did just fine Who’s the masochist? You may say I am All the way I Love This Sport!!!!!!!!!!!Another nonsensical poem. Did I say I LOVE This Sport. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 02:13 PM PST   10 • 0 • 14