[Written in 2006 for a college assignment. Much of my writing then was for children. The rhyme is regular, but the meter is irregular]
I was a horse for a day
And wish I was one still,
Passing the hours munching on hay.
There was nothing I had to pay—
No tax, attention, or bill—
When I was a horse for a day.
I was free to gallop and play
And had nothing but time to kill
And hours to spend munching on hay.
My voice was a bold, boastful bray,
Confident, yet speaking no ill,
When I was a horse for a day.
I listened to blues song of the jay
That lives in a tree by the hill,
While passing the hours munching on hay.
If ever I find a way,
Have no doubt, I certainly will
Be a horse some other day,
Passing the hours munching on hay.
Miscellaneous Inanities 