For Sale, a Horse

by Charles Edward Taylor English

In good condition, Cheap, on account of competition, Well-broken, easy on his bridle, With curb or snaffle never idle. A very little child can ride him, And carry three or four beside him. Why plod when you can ride so cheaply? There is no need to ponder deeply. I ’ll warrant he ’ll not bite nor kick you; I ’ve not the slightest wish to stick you! However short you are, you ’re suited, For low-stand men can mount when booted. Come, buy my steed with manner gracious. He ’ll aid your reading of Horatius.

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