Once upon a time
As he sat in a chair
Salted Pingas tried to rhyme
About a perfect mare

He worked day and night
As he wrote what she would need
Put his roommate into fright
As he refused to feed

And at the end of a week
Pingas smiled in delight
The paper he’d not need to tweak
For he had finished it alright.

As he lifted it up high
Gloriously he read:

“A fine ass.”

By: Salted Pingas