Lisa's delightful Uncle, who I have never met, but is gay and therefore allowed to say these things, has written a poem for Vino (or should that be Lambrusco?)
Sarah, you're
helping Lisa's pony, get calmer every day
but I'm afeared your methods there,
are making him quite gay
if you don't stop I think you'll find he will
become aloof
and he will end up just like me with a left or right LIMP HOOF
Now Sarah, Lisa's pony who your training to be mild
should soon be
much more friendly like, and hopefully less wild
It's a shame it wern't
done earlier, and in your nice kind way
then he would be more manly now ,not
prancing through the hay
A loo brush and a boa draped around him every
day
Come on now Sarah really, please find another way
Lets start
first with that loo brush, that you rub across his mane
are you sure you
want to calm him down and not drive him insane
then there's the feather
boa in that shade of baby pink
what are the others in the herd he runs with
going to think
the next thing you'll be telling me, is that you blow up
in his nose
and paint on that colt oily stuff by brush upon his
toes
I'm going to send some cushions down to decorate his stable
and
maybe some nice curtains too and perhaps a coffee table
I do hope life
is kind to him, now in his latter years
and that he learns to live with all
the gears and funny stares
there's one thing I will say to him if YOU get
on his wick
Is "turn around, and take good aim, and give her a
GOOD
KICK.
