Treacle's Fault!

READ THIS AS A POEM(2ND AND 4TH LINE RHYMING)

     Treacle's hooves, trotting along,
     With his owner up on his back
     His beautiful colouring gleams in the sun
     Like his show name, "Golden Alack"

     The sky above is shining bright
     With darkness well on it's way
     Treacle gallops back to the yard,
     And a smack is coming from Faye!

     The Arabian gelding reared up with fright,
     As Faye's hand hit Treacle's nose
     He landed back down, feeling upset,
     but it was his own fault, I suppose!

                    By Stacie Lipscombe
 

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