Hybrid

Red horse, white pony in a field
Each to the other appealed
Horse said ‘You, I’d like to stuff”
Pony said ‘Okay, but don’t be rough’

One day, she was up the spout
A scandal soon to be talked about
Old horse, he knew he’d get the blame
Even worse, he was getting lame

He could foresee the knacker’s yard
Life wasn’t easy, it was hard
Once again, he’d landed in a hole
Never mind! He’d leave behind a foal

And the name, pony offered Ponse
For the horse, that was errant nonsense
Baby boy arrived, colour tawny
The proud father settled on Horny

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