Pete the poet

On my Hobby Horse

I sat beside my hobby horse

Waiting for the call of course

Of the approaching night

Watching carefully as the light

Was extinguished as it might

Wanting to hide behind me

I stood over the hobby horse

Wanting it to race right away

At 6 to 1 on its a racing day

Could it win up against others

That seemed more important

Waiting in turn I was laughing.

I sat upon my hobby horse

Urging it forward with words

It was my favourite, it’s absurd

Because when trying to rein it in

It slipped away from me trotting,

I am in the stables now, sleeping.