PONY RIDE (poem 88)

by Vivian Chinelli

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The sweet little pony goes around

and around

then around

and around

then around

and around

then around

all day.

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With kids on her back she

walks clickety-clack and

though she's exhausted

makes no sound

all day.

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The kids kick her side to

make her go faster.

She's a slave to their pleasure

and they are her master.

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So there's nothing she can do but

follow the path that goes around

and around 

then around.

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She yearns to be free

and play in the field with 

the weight off her back,

but her fate has been sealed.

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No matter how thirsty, or hungry,

or in pain, she goes around

then around

and around.

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Poor little pony.

Have pity on her plight.

Write letters.  Start a protest.

Please do what is right to 

stop this injustice to 

show that you care.

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Fight injustice at pony rides

and, of course, EVERYWHERE!

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