A reply and a thank you from the Horses of ROME

People are not getting smaller
And four in the back of a cart
Traipsing through Rome
On a hot Summers Day
It doesn’t do much for the heart
Lugging their arses all over
The effort it takes
And for me
Fed on this hay
Soaked in Round up
The old legs and bones
These days weigh
up and the traffic
The fumes and the heat
A weakening factor we feel
We still have to
go to the parks
Says the mayor
We say to her Madam get real

but at least we are banned
From the cobbles, the streets
And yea the heat of the day
Pulling and tugging
Its does your back in
The treadmill of life
It does pay
The cabbies are moaning
Losing their living
Whilst we are all dying
To be
Out in the fields Some nice fresh
Green grass
And its good people have heard
Our plea

Its really laborious doing it
And we get exhausted for sure
A sabbatical would be refreshing
Somedays we work more and more
When you flake out and crack up
And still fatties come
Having polished off pasta and chips
I tell you its wonderful
To hear the news
They are reducing our trips

We still shall be clip clopping
Around the parks
But A change is as good as a rest
Its good they see sense
Life will be less tense
And I think that its all for the best
Rome loses Carts but the peoples hearts
Will strengthen and pasta sales too
Will surely increase
As we gain our release
And do really what horses do.

Die and nobody comes to mourn us
And even if they do we won’t know
The sadness that grips the Bard every single day
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