He rides up on a horse,
A horse of many colors.
Every time it changes course,
It is a different color.
She rides up on a horse,
That never changes color.
She only likes this horse of course,
Because only likes this color.
He pulls the reigns and stops his horse,
And notices her color,
The color of her horse, of course.
Then his horse changes color.
He notices her horse,
And comments on it's color.
Then he changes course,
To show off changing colors.
She says "I like my horse,
Especially it's color.
I dont like that, with it's course,
Your horse changes color."
"How can you not like every horse,
Regardless of it's color?
You are horrible, of course,
Cause you dont like the changing colors."
"Because I dont like your horse,
The one that changes color?
Well you are horrible, of course,
Because you dont like my color."
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Keep Your Coins, A Book Of Poems
PoetryThese are just some random poems that Ive written. I spend more time written the Fallen Angel poems, so these may not be as good, but I hope you enjoy. The picture on the cover is one of banskys works. Im not sure who took the photo of it cause I go...
