Border Leicester Poem by Richard J.P. O'Grady

Baleful eyes flaring,
glaring, staring,
squaring up tups.

In such a big field
so many wives,
why should they bother

surmounting each other?
One a necessity
two is sheer luxury.

If you have two
and nothing to do
must find other outlet

for libido, passion.
Roman nose against Roman nose,
brother against brother,

too busy soon
to fight one another.
Will it be one,

two, three, four or five?
'herd calls it work,
to others it's fun