He was very, very tall, as black as ebony.
His eyes were dark and small, with little mane at all,
He was green at the mouth and vicious to go near
He had every kind of vice, people begged me to stay clear.
He grazed in a field by day and night, guarding it with all his might.
Keeping anyone away, who came into sight.
At first, it was hard but still, I try to train,
Many a spill I had, but I always came back again.
Those who took a shortcut on their way home at night
Peppy waited from afar, where he couldn’t be seen, at all,
Then quietly tip-toe towards the gate, he’d go.
A mighty scream, a yelp, and some swearing, with strong words not for sharing.
At last, I did conquer that wild and lonely thing,
With darkness in his soul and fear of what it might bring,
But through tenderness and a firm hand
Many hours we spent together, He learned to understand.
Morale of story.
So never take a dislike to horse with a vice,
As Happiness and lots love is all that he wants
and he’ll turn out very nice and trusting.
Just like my Peppy.
