Bull Hawking


To Bob-a-Louie-Louie


How a nag is gain

Nothing begins more benign
A filly begs to be filled
grain deftly poured in her box
makes her feel like a fox
Excess might make her fat
going comes bit by bit
Admired is the mare who's not night
insisting you ride her just right
nags let heads bob-a-lower

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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