Skyrocket and Daisy

A beautiful colt he was,
Skyrocket was his name: With
His head held high, he would
Lead: A Quarter-horse was his
Breed, but no one could ride
This colt except for me, and I
I don't know why.

My potato chips, he ate one
Day; he was smacking his
Lips, because it tasted so
Good. He yanked the bag
Out of my hand, I could
Tell him that he was guilty
Without a doubt.

It is true, the first name for a
The racehorse should be Sky,
The second part of the name
Should be Rocket: By putting
The two together, you get
Skyrocket. I got hooked on
His name, and lo and behold,
Fast on his feet: this racehorse
Could go.

Listening to me from the
Beginning until the end,
Skyrocket was my very
Best friend. He made me
Feel better the way that
He should; he was the
greatest confidant that I
Ever had.

Trotting and galloping through
The field, I felt proud to be on
The top of his back. Without a
Doubt, I knew that I'd be on the
Right track, taking the route with
The perfect view.

Daisy was her name: A beautiful
Filly she was. Acting rather silly;
She struck up a pose like no other;
Being the rose-colored gray that
Was her color.


The day she was born, I put on
Her halter; she was such a good
Trooper: I knew in an instant, she
Would not falter; with the zeal, that
Made her super.

Daisy had her father's color;
Saar-Saar happened to be his name.
He was an Arabian breed, gray and
White, unlike any other. He was a
Stallion; tame and proud.

Daisy had her goofy side; By gently
Kicking her to go forward, backward
She'd go; I wasn't able to break her
From that.

Daisy was such a curious one; who
Loved to get her hugs. She'd tug at
You to get attention; she loved to
Have fun.

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Written by Anna Marie Carlson
Wednesday, March 11, 2020