There once was a valley
Where horses ran free
The province of flowers
And monkeys and bees<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well, all but the monkeys
I only said that
To fill up the meter
And avoid awkward crap<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now that I’m thinking,
The bees weren’t there either
Just more fictional slaves
Of this Seussian meter<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the horses and flowers
Most surely did stand
And the horses would prance
Through this idyllic land<\/p>\n\n\n\n
‘Til they stepped on the flowers
And killed them outright
So to flowers in valleys
All horses are blights<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bane of the folk
In the woodland of glee
Oh wait, there’s no folk
And no woodland to see<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just some old, trampled flowers
As dead as the dirt
And the murderous horses
Who trample their corpses<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But wait! That last verse
Failed to rhyme, though the meter
was perfect.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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