Mustang Metrics

The tack room is cozy and filled with good stuff

There are saddles and bridles and more than enough
I'm looking for something special tonight
Maybe I'll step in here where the light is so bright

My trainer says, "Hey, what're ya doin'?"
When it should be plain I'm doin' some shoppin'
English or Western, I just can't decide
Which do you think looks best on my hide?

My trainer says, "Hey, you look great in either"
And just last week I wasn't wearin' neither
That's how slick I am, and how fast I learn
Now, hop on, let's go, there's trails to burn

"Whoa, there, Capri," my trainer does say
"Haven't we got some more groundwork to learn today?"
Oh, brother, not more circles to canter and trot
Oh, please, oh, please, say it's not

I'd rather you hop on and go for a ride
Western or English, whichever you decide
"Soon," says my trainer, I'll be ready to go
I can't hardly wait, so please don't say no

I'm a good girl, and a fun-lovin' partner
If I've done something amiss I'll try even harder
The next time to please you and earn my reward
'Cause all I really want is to be treasured

I'm up for "adoption," whatever that means
Something to do with a new home it seems
Someone to love me and tell me I'm theirs
Someplace that will be my place for all of my days

Come meet me and pet me and play with me too
I'm easy to be with and I'm sure to like you
My manners are good, I'm easy on the eyes
Take me home now, I'll be your best prize

This poem is kind of silly, but really what can I say
I'm a gentle mustang and I'd rather be eating hay
Than get all poetic about this simple stuff
I think I'll just quit rhyming now, it surely is enough