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Ploddy the Hose
Ploddy was a grumpy horse,
He worked in a riding school,
He taught all the children to ride,
Which wasn’t his idea of fun at all!
He hated the way they poked him,
They hit his head with a thump
He moaned and groaned when the children rode him,
Especially when they were plump.
Round and round he rode every day,
Over the same field and little stream,
Sometimes he shut his eyes,
And had a little dream.
He dreamed to be called lightning,
He wanted to run a race,
He dreamed of becoming a very fast horse,
The one that always won first place.
But instead he plodded on,
And a child poked him in the eye,
He believed he would be at the riding school,
And he sighed a little sigh.
Plod, plod, plod he walked,
Round and round and round,
He didn’t like the noisy children,
And their stupid giggling sound.
“Mummy, Mummy isn’t he lovely!”
The chubby little girl said,
She pulled his hair and tried to stroke him,
But she knocked him on the head.
Ploddy groaned and plodded to the stable,
It wasn’t very far,
He sat on his own and was very sad,
And thought he could never be a star.
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