I Brush My Old Horse's Teeth Poem by nimal dunuhinga
I Brush My Old Horse's Teeth
' Why you look so sad these days? '
I asked her, my obedient friendly horse 'Moon'.
She said very calmly; 'The race is close by Boss.'
' What can I do for you my dear? '
I brush her teeth then at least she can smile whether she lose or not?
She jumps the hurdle that I am sure and I locked the rickety stable.
Enigmatic, but fascinating. A true Nimal Dunuhinga original. Ten without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra
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5/3/2024 11:52:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nimal, your title is superb and your old horse 'Moon' reminds me of Eeyore, the old grey donkey in Winnie the Pooh. The brushing of her teeth is an act of true love. Winner or loser, she's your horse. Love the rickety stable too. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥