the rime of the ancient horseplayer

I'm not sure what albatros I shot with my cross-bow
but someone has deemed fit to put one around my neck
been looking foward to this Breeder's Cup for 3 years now
and when it gets here and I'm too sick to get off of the sofa
the way I sound, no one will even come and visit, for fear of the plague
woe is me~
horses, horses, everywhere...