To Erin On The Death Of Her Pony
Erin will remember when others have forgot
Her lovely Shetland pony Camelot
Loose on the road and luck not on his side
Struck by a car near Belgrave Heights he died.
Life can be cruel it's always been that way
And for damage done to car poor Erin has to pay
She lost her pony that not bad enough
And huge damage bill makes it that much more tough.
A pony's just a pony some people might say
And they cost a lot to keep on corn and hay
But those who love horses don't look at cost
And when their equine die they grieve for friendship lost.
In cards her friends have sent their sympathy
They know how hard for her this has to be
And though sympathy won't recover her loss
Her friends are there for to help her bear her cross.
And long after all the others have forgot
Poor Erin will remember Camelot
Her little horse who died on the Roadway
Near Birdsland where his bigger horse friends stay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One-trick Pony
Hes a one trick pony
One trick is all that horse can do
He does one trick only
Its the principal source of his revenue
And when he steps into the spotlight
You can feel the heat of his heart
Come rising through
See how he dances
See how he loops from side to side
See how he prances
The way his hooves just seem to glide
Hes just a one trick pony (thats all he is)
But he turns that trick with pride
He makes it look so easy
He looks so clean
He moves like gods
Immaculate machine
He makes me think about
All of these extra movements I make
And all of this herky-jerky motion
And the bag of tricks it takes
To get me through my working day
One-trick pony
Hes a one trick pony
He either fails or he succeeds
He gives his testimony
Then he relaxes in the weeds
Hes got one trick to last a lifetime
But thats all a pony needs
(thats all he needs)
He looks so easy
He looks so clean
He moves like gods
Immaculate machine
He makes me think about
All of these extra movements I make
And all of this herky-jerky motion
And the bag of tricks it takes
To get me through my working day
One-trick pony, one trick pony
One-trick pony, one trick pony
One-trick pony (take me for a ride)
One trick pony
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Little Abigail and the Beautiful Pony
There was a girl named Abigail
Who was taking a drive
Through the country
With her parents
When she spied a beautiful sad-eyed
Grey and white pony.
And next to it was a sign
That said,
FOR SALE—CHEAP.
“Oh,” said Abigail,
“May I have that pony?
May I please?”
And her parents said,
“No you may not.”
And Abigail said,
“But I MUST have that pony.”
And her parents said,
“Well, you can have a nice butter pecan
Ice cream cone when we get home.”
And Abigail said,
“I don’t want a butter pecan
Ice cream cone,
I WANT THAT PONY—
I MUST HAVE THAT PONY.”
And her parents said,
“Be quiet and stop nagging—
You’re not getting that pony.”
And Abigail began to cry and said,
“If I don’t get that pony I’ll die.”
And her parents said, “You won’t die.
No child ever died yet from not getting a pony.”
And Abigail felt so bad
That when she got home she went to bed,
And she couldn’t eat,
And she couldn’t sleep,
And her heart was broken,
And she DID die—
All because of a pony
That her parents wouldn’t buy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Pony Boy
Pony boy pony boy
Wont you be my pony boy
Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-up whoo
My pony boy
Ride with me ride with me
Wont you take a ride with me
Underneath the starry sky
My pony boy
Oer the hills and through the trees
Well go ridin you and me
Giddy-up giddy-up giddy-away
My pony boy
Down into the valley deep
neath the eaves we will sleep
Sky of dreams up above
My pony boy
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Let That Pony Run
Mary was married with children
Had the perfect suburban life
Till her husband came clean with the help of jim beam
And confessed all his sins in one night
Said hed fallen in love with a barmaid
Said she made him free reckless and young
When he was through, what else could she do
She just let that pony run
cause you do what you gotta do
And you know what you know
You hang on till you cant hang on
Then you learn to let go
And you get what you need sometimes
When its all said and done
You do what you gotta do
Then you let that pony run
Mary moved to west virginia
After the shock wore off
She got a divorce and a chestnut horse
And a barn with an old hayloft
Sometimes she rides by the river
Says it makes her feel reckless and young
She just closes her eyes and she holds on tight
And she lets that pony run
cause you do what you gotta do
And you know what you know
You hang on till you cant hang on
Then you learn to let go
And you get what you need sometimes
When its all said and done
You do what you gotta do
Then you let that pony run
Let that pony run
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Pony Ride
(diane berglund/jim phillips)
Youre going up and down, back and forth
Youre on a wild pony ride
Pony run, run out the door
A free spirit, you hear it
Even the sun wont bring you down
Pony run, run like before
Nights coming, keep running
When will those moonbeams slow you down
Turn you round, let you believe
Run, pony, run, can you fly
See the night sky turning blue
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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One-Trick Pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I really feel no one can own me
I really feel nothing can hold me
Nobody can control me
Nobody can conform me
Nobody can disown me
Nobody can ignore me
So slow down
One-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
I am not a one-trick pony
For you i will not dance
For you i will not prance
And where I was last
I'll never be at
And After that
I've already passed
So slow down
And hear this sound
One-trick pony
Yeah, you do it for a price
I can see it in your eyes
See that role was never mine
I don't want to stand in line
See how that one-trick story goes
If she weren't on time you'd never know
cause a one-trick pony steals the show
You're just a pony
So back down
To the ground
And chill out
Girl, you better shape up, girl, you better shape up
Yeah the ride is so, so, so, so, so fast
Yeah, you better shape up
Yeah, just keep your chin up
No half ass...no half ass
One-trick pony
Just ride ride ride
Just ride ride ride
Ride ride ride
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Pony Street
She lives on pony street
And they should scatter flowers at her feet
But when they come calling I think its appalling
Theyre sober and theyre polite
Theyre deeply respectful when I would expect them
To keep her out all night
That little martinet
Will get her own way yet
If you need instruction in mindless destruction
Ill show you a thing or two
You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me
For you to view
Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
From the hole in your leopard skin tights I can tell youve been spying
But your generation confesses before it transgresses
Those super-8 movies of daddy in your disco dresses
If youre going out tonight
I wont wait up
Reading das kapital
Watching home shopping club
While youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
Pony street
Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
For you and your cartoon threat do no good to resist me
For I am the genuine thing but for you its just history
If youre going out tonight
How can you be sure
Where you lay your pretty head
Mother may have been before
So youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on [5x]
She lives on pony street [2x]
She lives on, she lives on [2x]
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Not On It
The new chum's polo pony was the smartest pony yet --
The owner backed it for the Cup for all that he could get.
The books were laying fives to one, in tenners; and you bet
He was on it.
The bell was rung, the nags came out their quality to try,
The band played, "What Ho! Robbo!" as our hero cantered by,
The people in the Leger Stand cried out, "Hi, mister, hi!
Are you on it?"
They watched him as the flag went down; his fate is quickly told --
The pony gave a sudden spring, and off the rider rolled.
The pony finished first all right, but then our hero bold
Was not on it.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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My Purple Pony!
I have a purple pony,
and i named her tony.
I gave my purple pony named tony a hat,
and it matches her pretty pink sleeping mat.
My purple pony named tony loves to sing and dance,
she likes to sing about her Friend named lance.
I wrote this to tell you that my purple pony named tony Say's hi,
but no my purple pony named tony has to go so bye bye!
poem by Alyssa Hermosillo
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New Pony
Once I had a pony, her name was lucifer
I had a pony, her name was lucifer
She broke her leg and she needed shooting
I swear it hurt me more than it could ever have hurted her
Sometimes I wonder whats going on in the mind of miss x
Sometimes I wonder whats going on in the mind of miss x
You know she got such a sweet disposition
I never know what the poor girls gonna do to me next
I got a new pony, she knows how to fox-trot, lope and pace
Well, I got a new pony, she knows how to fox-trot, lope and pace
She got great big hind legs
And long black shaggy hair above her face
Well now, it was early in the mornin, I seen your shadow in the door
It was early in the mornin, I seen your shadow in the door
Now, I dont have to ask nobody
I know what you come here for
They say youre usin voodoo, your feet walk by themselves
They say youre usin voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Oh, baby, that God you been prayin to
Is gonna give ya back what youre wishin on someone else
Come over here pony, i, I wanna climb up one time on you
Come over here pony, i, I wanna climb up one time on you
Well, youre so bad and nasty
But I love you, yes I do
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Horny Pony
{b-side of cream}
Ahhh, yes.
New dance commercial take 1
Ahhh, yes.
There ya go, there ya go
Horny people, gather here
Horny people, gather here
Horny people, gather here,
We have somethin to put in all your ears
We got a new dance, for the next 8 years
Im talking about the dance that every parent fears
The most, its the sex dance, its the new dance,
And its rockin from coast-2-coast...
Im talkin about, Im talkin about,
Im talkin about the horny pony, yall
Come on. there ya go, there ya go. horny pony
Girl-friend, look at this dance prince is doin now. is he weird or what?
Sing. (horny pony... ow ow ow)
Now thats too freaky!
In the years of the war, we dont want 2 know
Youre buckin that body like u really go
For the hip stuff,
H and to the I and to the p
It aint enough just 2 do some exstacy.
U want it in your hip, u want it in your thigh
Its the dance that conservatives really most despise
cuz its the sex dance, its the new dance,
And its rockin every horny woman, every man
Its the horny pony, yall
(horny pony... ow ow ow) there ya go.
Turn around.
Chicken grease in the house.
Chicken grease? I dont know! thats it... I gotta run.
And u can run all the way 2 barcelona,
But u cant hide, the horny pony get ya gonna.
Dont look at me yall, I just wrote it,
Put on a record, wrapped it up, and then I sold it.
Horny people gather here,
Horny people gather here, for the next 8 years,
We got a new dance - its the horny pony.
Yeah, the musics jammin, but its about these words!
Sing. (horny pony... ow ow ow)
Girl... uh-uh... nope!
Did ya come 2 party now? (yeah-yeah)
Do ya really wanna now? (yeah-yeah)
If youre horny let me know (yeah-yeah)
A pony til ya boogie now (yeah-yeah)
So how am I supposed to do this dance?
How do you do that dance!? !
I cant do that... Im a lady. sister please!
I cant do that!
Listen to me while I show u how 2 do it.
Just like a virgin, u got 2 ease into it.
Movin your legs from left to right,
Your arms up high like an eagle in flight.
Keep your hands shakin like a leaf on a tree.
Jack-be-nimble - whew - youre doin it, see!
The horny pony, yall. there ya go, there ya go.
Its the horny pony.
Can you believe this? oh my gawd, this guy...
Oh, hes just... hes just so weird. oh my goodness.
Would you look at this? I just... I just cannot believe.
Girl, uh-uh... nope!
(horny pony... ow ow ow)
Did you come here alone?
Uhh - yeah. why?
Well guess who youre goin home with?
Huh?
(a laugh)
Ugh! thats nasty!
Yeah.
(there ya go, there ya go.)
The horny pony.
(there ya go, there ya go.)
(horny pony... ow ow ow)
song performed by by Prince
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The Unabashed Bouquets
Upon the higher back of the albatross
It rains, it floods;
And if I am not beautiful by now,
I will be beautiful by then: I can see by the lights
That my father put in
As he whipped me, as I wrote the novels that no one
Reads,
I killed the dragon by which my friends were sewn
But never fed:
Beautiful irony of the butterfly crushed on the super
Fine roadway;
But I am no longer afraid: I still have my dreams,
By my scars,
By my liquor glass- I still have my friends,
Even if I should have died high up on the wild
Back of the buffalo,
Never read, by the red lips of wild flowers, the unabashed
Bouquets the dead Indians dead in the gutters
Of the old fashioned roadways: Again, I loved you,
Erin, but you are too busy serving the truancies of your
Highwaymen to understand my love,
Unabashed and unbred- Aren’t you, Erin;
Yet still my sweet love, my dead light bulb by which
I got to bed every night- Erin,
Amen.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Epic Joureny
Epic Journey
This story happened before the invention of snow-scooters,
a couple- the Østerjøen was frozen over- wanted to flee
the poverty of Suomi to the relative prosperous Svearike on
a sledge pulled by their pony. It was a long, cold treck, their
small horse got very tired and could not pull them anymore.
They needed the pony it could be used as carter of gods in
Stockholm. They made the tired animal lie down
on the sledge put a big blanket over it and continued their
journey. The winter night was very cold and they also got
too tired to pull the sledge. They lay down beside the horse
and slept snugly to a dazzling sunlight awoke them.
The pony rested was fed with the last sack of hay left and
harnessed. In good mood all three continued their heroic
crossing to Svearike and new future.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Toy Story
Two athletic men tried to wrestle a paving stone from each
other, I tried to take the stone away from them thought it may
be used as weapon, I was as inept, peace negotiator usually are.
They fought about a sweet, blind girl she had a pony in her flat,
as her friend, but neighbours' complained about the smell and
hay blowing around in hallways. The blind girl appeared, after
eye surgery, she could see again told the fighting men they could
keep the pony or make into salami. The men dropped the stone
shocked by the girl´s callousness, now that she could see she was
more interested in boys than in an incontinent animal. The pony
was given to the local golf club and trained to find lost balls.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Pony
Im just a bachelor,
Im lookin for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride without even fallin off
Gotta be compatible,
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off,
I promise that you wont wanna get off
(chorus:)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
Sittin here flossin, peepin your steelo
Just once if I have the chance, the things I would do to you
You and your body, every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine, juices flowin down your thigh
(chorus 2x)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If were gonna get nasty baby
First well show and tell
Till I reach your pony tail (oh)
Lurk all over and through you baby
Until we reach the stream
Youll be on my jockey team (ooh)
(chorus 2 1/2x)
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
If youre horny, lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waitin
Come and jump on it
(fades)
Ride it
song performed by by Ginuwine
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The isolated Stable, My hardbitten days with a Pony and Cinema Theatres!
Whenever I pass the old stable here
While dropping my beloved wife
To the Day Care Center,
On the way back I stop for a while.
Oh! Poor Race Horses in the Victorian Era
Now very old and hard to neigh
Really I could count their ribs.
I am sorry That I couldn't bring you something to eat
Because I am out of a billet now.
Looking for a job and ckeck the vacancies everyday
That's written in the sky?
Not much Horse dung here otherwise I could have clean them voluntarily.
I flew back to my hard days Pony in an Amusement Park.
Borrowing my brother's Nikon F2 Mechanical camera
I took photos of the flowery children on horeseback
Developed and printed them in my life's dark room
Sold them cheaper at their doorsteps.
Out of few Rupees a lump sum to poor jockey
And a bag of brown sugar to the Pony.
Besides my beloved's pregnant for the eldest
And hardly she made snacks with wheat flour, slightly mixed with chillie powder.
Midnight we packed them into our friendly cellophane bags
And early in the morning I jumped to a Double-decker
Carrying the stuff in my old haversack to the Magnetic Cinema Theatres in the City!
* To my poet fiend Premji!
Here's my poor film script for your true-dream film, hope that should go to all the film festivals Worldwide one day!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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What would you do...
What would you do…
If your mother turns you away.
What would you do…
If your family doesn't trust you.
What would you do…
If no one needed you.
What would you do…
If you family forgot you.
What would you do…
If your friends weren't there to lean on.
What would you do…
If your friends no longer cared.
What would you do…
If you lied to your closest friend.
What would you do…
If your friends ditched you.
What would you do…
If you tried to be someone you're not.
What would you do…
If you lied to those you love.
What would you do…
If you forgot who you were.
What would you do…
If you were disgusted in yourself.
What would you do…
If you met a brilliant friend.
What would you do…
If making friends was too hard.
What would you do...
If they tried so hard.
What would you do…
If you fell in love with a friend.
What would you do…
If everything turned out all right.
What would you do…
If you learned how to love.
What would you do…
If you became the happiest girl alive.
What would you do…
If I changed it all.
Would you…
Love me.
Would you...
Hate me.
Would you…
Let me be your friend.
Would you…
Tell me all your secrets.
I know…
I am not perfect.
I know…
You aren't either.
I know…
We are completely different.
But I know…
We were meant to be friends.
Remember me…
When you're home alone.
Remember me…
When you need a friend.
Remember me…
When your life's a mess.
Remember me…
When your heart is broken.
I will always be there...
poem by Tiana Webb
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Mary's Gators
Mary had a little horse
the horse was just a pony,
the horse had hooves and balls of course
but ate no maccaroni.
She led the horse back to her flat
they took the elevator,
at night the horse slept on a mat
next to an alligator.
As you can tell, this lady had
a screw loose in her bonnet,
she wasn't altogether bad
that's why I write no sonnet.
A sonnet would be all too clear
and show hat she was mental,
but she was really such a dear,
we'll call it accidental.
The horse grew slowly, as they do
the gator did much faster,
one day, it did, out of the blue
it happened. A disaster.
The gator ate the horse at lunch
and had a pudding later.
Don't know for sure but have a hunch,
she bought another gator.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Holiday At Race Course
Went to race course dismissing idea of casino.
It was really something different to go.
I was excited to watch some thing live
instead losing in gamble in smoky light.
Horse race, a joint work of man and animal,
again a combination of sports and gamble.
Accompanied my friend who was bit experienced,
he selected racetrack and horse to win the bet.
The pony looked having better winning chance
judged he was happy, peppy and eager to race.
Jockey was also smart and had good ride style
I did nothing but followed my friend with smile.
I too dared to risk my ten dollars on same pony,
it was unknown, on whom we put the money.
It's past performance matrix and about training,
even about the jockey we were not knowing.
Lucky day was it, for the horse chosen by us
We returned happy, added few dollar to vault
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The Pallet Of Your Burning Sun
The horses this time sleep standing up, Erin;
And my scars have switched sides once again like girls
Skipping rope,
Sending fibrillose and vibrant shadows once again over
The estuaries of their deep and rich
Graveyards: The sky above them is first blue and then purple,
The same way I saw you out taming your yards:
I saw you jogging like an angel floating like a fish beside my
Car, Erin; and it doesn’t matter if you do not love me,
Erin: I am not a boy to be employed by your love:
I am a vagrant and truant of love. While I have tasted the lips of
One of my muses, that’s all that she allowed me while
She returned from my swingset to her husband, and now where
Do you think I am standing, Erin, but out in the burning
Opulence of your son:
I am down in your opulent grotto with my toy gun, Erin:
And I don’t want to go empty handed on Halloween or Valentines
And you are the only one, E- E-
You are the only one and the sky is first blue and then purple
Underneath the pallet of your burning sun.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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