Tony the Pony With so Much Glory. Poem made by willie warhammer

In a field of green, oh so far and wide,

Lived Tony the Pony, with a swanky stride.

His coat was as shiny as the sun in the sky,

And his hooves tapped a rhythm, oh so spry.

Tony the Pony, with a mane so bright,

Danced in the moonlight, all through the night.

With a snort and a neigh, he'd prance and play,

Bringing joy to all, come what may.

From the stable to the meadow, he'd gallivant,

With a flair and a frolic, he'd enchant.

Folks would gather 'round, to see him in his glory,

Tony the Pony, what a funky story!

His tail would sway like a funky beat,

As he grooved to a rhythm, oh so sweet.

With a wink of his eye and a toss of his head,

Tony the Pony, filled hearts with dread.

For when he'd leave, oh, how folks would pine,

Missing his antics, oh so fine.

But fear not, dear friends, for Tony's not gone,

He's just off dancing 'til the break of dawn.

So here's to Tony, the pony with such glory,

A funky soul in a timeless story.

May his hoofprints forever mark the land,

And his spirit dance on, oh so grand!