Roscoe’s Lament

I’m feeling punk, so I’m rerunning a post from an earlier iteration of the blog. At this point, Rodney had been with us for two months & was still named Roscoe.

Roscoe’s Lament
lament hoof small(With apologies to Theodor Seuss Geisel)
I don’t like my shoe, the one on the right.
A nail in the front is a little too tight.
Call up the man and remove it, please do.
I’ll stick my foot in a bucket and leave you to stew.
I know that you hope I will be a star,
For a life with no griefs, go buy a car.

The poem – or attempt thereof – originally appeared as part of a column for the USEA, Back To Eventing: Part 4, New Horse Blues.
Gratuitous Sunset Pic
sunset Dec 24 14

Taken during an evening dog walk around the pasture. The embiggened version shows Lady off to the left.

Categories: Books, Horses, Shoeing

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