Knot Mine - Part 8

A small horse lies in front of her,
"I say my name is Jack.
"Well I am called Karen; please show me your front not back.
"Promise you won't laugh, I am so very shy.
"I promise not to laugh but I simply must ask why?
"Why is not something you should ask an unknown horse?
"Well you've already told me your name, this is getting very course.
"Well maybe this means nothing to you but I am very ashamed of my face.
"Well you're a horse; you have no worries, now turn upon your lying place!
"If you insist¦
"I find it hard to resist!
And with that he turned and Karen burst out laughing,
"I knew it! I knew you couldn't be trusted!
"Its not that, it's the shape of the face you've busted!
"What do you really, really mean?
"Well I'm not scared, quite the opposite I'm totally keen.
The horses head was covered in white paint,
With big black eyes that were crossed out with a taint,
Mane slicked back in supermodel pose,
And shiny if not glowing everlasting red nose,
In one hoof he held a horn that was broke and held no noisy racket,
His other arm was bandaged up protected by a bracket,
"How ever did you hurt yourself?
"I was chasing tadpoles, they own such wealth!
"And how did you end up in this room?
"My life outside was filled with gloom!
"Tell me slightly about it all then?
"It all began as a baby horse writhing in the glen¦

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