A little pony pranced on by
He couldn`t ask to stop,
But the twinkle in his eye
Said more than his clip clop.
A sugar lump he`d gathered
From my hand yesterday,
Today made him unbalanced
As he veered my way.
This time my palm was empty
As no warning was there for me
That again he would be by my side
To supplement his tea.
He sadly swished his tail
As he was urged to prance on by,
I was left with the depressing thought,
'One sugar lump had made me cry'.
(Does a pony bear a grudge
Or will he soon forget? ,
I`ve asked that question several times
But received not one answer yet) .