21 May 2012
I GIVE UP. This counts as revision, right?
There once was a little white horse, Snowy and plain white; of course. All night he would play, Chewing bundles of hay, No sign of regret or remorse.
But one scorching day on the plains, The bold thunder cracks and it rains. The little white horse, With no signs of remorse, Took shelter in the grass with no shame.
He stood in the grass, proud and tall, As steady as a sturdy brick wall. But a beast was a-prowl, Let off a deep, throaty growl, And the horse had no one left to call.
"But what should I do?" He said, The blood rushed and pounded in his head. But as he watched the beast, Search the grass for its feast, He just froze, and stood there instead.
The predator never spotted the horse, Snowy, and plain white; of course. But the sun wasn't shoddy, And emblazoned stripes on his body, And there stood, a Zebra.
Zebra • Opuss № I