The Valley of Horses

There once was a valley
Where horses ran free
The province of flowers
And monkeys and bees

Well, all but the monkeys
I only said that
To fill up the meter
And avoid awkward crap

Now that I’m thinking,
The bees weren’t there either
Just more fictional slaves
Of this Seussian meter

But the horses and flowers
Most surely did stand
And the horses would prance
Through this idyllic land

‘Til they stepped on the flowers
And killed them outright
So to flowers in valleys
All horses are blights

The bane of the folk
In the woodland of glee
Oh wait, there’s no folk
And no woodland to see

Just some old, trampled flowers
As dead as the dirt
And the murderous horses
Who trample their corpses

But wait! That last verse
Failed to rhyme, though the meter
was perfect.