Questions

Was he hung like a horse?

Well, they hang horses high,

All the way in the sky,

So that when they fall -

And they fall, one and all -

They have time to grow wings,

Time to spread them and fly

(But they crash in the end.)

Back to story at hand:

Was he hung like a horse?

She has seen it, of course,

And she liked what she saw.

Was it shock? Was it awe?

Was it lust? Was it love?

Flying horses were circling and laughing above,

Even angels approved (what was in it for them?)

Well, a gem is a gem is a gem is a gem,

It is always a gem, even when in the rough,

Once you try it it simply is never enough.

And she tried. And she tried.

And she tried yet again,

First with eyes open wide,

Then with eyes shut in pain,

In a rush, deep in thought, with abandon, in style

She just wanted to fly -

Like the horses above -

And she did for a while,

But then push came to shove.

When a horse from the sky comes a-crushing to earth,

Is it truth, is it lie, is it death or rebirth?

But, whatever it was, there was no remorse.

More to come? Less to come?

End of story, alas,

Angels know there are some

That are hung like an ass.