The New Style Mobility Scooter

The New Mobility Scooter

I rode my horse down Market Street,

With wheels instead of clumsy feet,

No neigh or sound to break the peace,

Yet heads still turned, some gasped, some froze.

Its metal hooves went clip and clop,

I parked it neatly at the shop,

A basket strapped for fruit and bread,

And not a flake of hay was shed.

The children stared, their jaws hung wide,

“Is that a robot horse?” they cried,

I tipped my hat and gave a wink,

“My ride runs smoothly, it don’t you think.

No carrots needed, oats ignored,

This charger’s power’s fully stored,

A press, a swipe, a quiet glide,

While others walk — I trot with pride.

The rain came down, but did I care?

My trusty horse just tossed its hair,

Through puddles deep, we boldly sped,

A clever horse with wheels instead.

So if you see me passing by,

Upon my horse both boldly I fly

Don’t ask its breed, just step aside,

And watch us trot a perfect ride.

I seen this picture on Face Book and the poem was born