Horse Crazy

 Why do I like horses?
 I surely must be mad.....
 My mother wasn't horsey
 And neither was my Dad.
 
  The madness hit me early--
  It hit me like a curse.
  Not only has it never left,
  In fact it's gotten worse.
 
 My stables are immaculate.
 My house is like a hovel.
 Last year I got for birthday gifts,
 A wheelbarrow and a shovel.
  
 One eye is always on the sky,
 My washing waves in vain,
 I rush to get the horses in,
 In case it's gonna rain.
  
 I cannot bake a proper roast,
 I rarely even try;
 But I can hitch a trailer,
 In the twinkling of an eye.
 
 Once in every-now-and-then,
 I'll dress up for a ball.
 Fancy dress, and high hair-do,
 With high heel shoes and all.
 
  I ache from long-forgotten falls.
 My knees have got no skin.
 My toes all have a funny shape.
 From being stepped upon.

Author Unknown