Strong(028) Free Rein For A Frosted Foal./Strong Poem by Danny Reynolds

My cart horse was a hindrance
Toiling slowly up ahead
Plodding unproductively
From break of day till bed

Forming rutted furrows
On a well worn clichéd track
So I unhitched him from out in front
And tied him to the back

If he could not lead quicker
When my mind was in a rush
My view ahead was slicker
When I made the bugger push

And better still when off the track
This cumbersome caboose
It flew with nought to hold me back
I’d let the horse go loose.