What a steed, Old Oreo was in his day!
Black as midnight or thereabouts.
Never complained about his load or burden.
But plodded onward and onward.
He was no nay-sayer, that one.
Neigh, he was no nay-sayer that one.
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2 comments:
Don't we get a picture of Joshy ON Old Oreo?
Yes, but I am still working on the poem.
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