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His Hide Was Too Wide

In jolly old England, Sir Henry, his lordship looked for a horse to ride After a few days a horse was found, and he tried to oblige

However, when Lord Henry approached his side, the horse reared in the air and let out a loud "Yip"

Lord Henry, very upset, yelled,"Calm down old horse, we must make this trip"

"But sir," said the horse, "I don't mean to be rude, but your circumference is very wide. You could break my hip."

Of course, this hurt his Lordship's pride

"Hush up old horse, allow me to mount, or I'll use my whip!"

"Ney, Ney, " the old horse whinnied, and broke his stride, jerked his head back, and of Lord Henry's arm took a nip.

So even though he tried, Lord Henry didn't get a ride because the old horse thought his hide was too wide.

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Tony Taylor

Hi Miss Rebstock,  never read you before........but this is really well written........awesome timing and rhythm here............and on top of the fact that you're a natural........this is REALLY funny too!.......still smiling..........well done my friend........5*s.............smiles............T  xx

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