Quatrain of Naked Rider
Naked Rider - it had to be you
I was out in the barn one day,
in search of my saddle, when
I spotted your under
wear,
My heart began to race, I
thought you were straw
rolling the hired hand
somewhere.
But to my surprise, my saddle
was gone - you, and my
horse, had simply
disappeared,
I can see you now, riding naked
at a slow gallop - just you,
on my horse you
commandeered.
Yorktown Disciple
2003
Order # 2028
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