Pegasus

TWO POEMS

PEGASUS

I saddled up my Beauty

And rode him to the fair;

He curvetted, he caracoled,

Nobody seemed to care:

I rode my Beauty bare-back

Round the rainbow's rim;

Folk said that I was surely mad

To trust myself to him.

Painted cart and snapping whip,

We clattered through the town.

Pennies safe in pockets,

They cheered us up and down.

Beauty's ribs grow sharp like mine-

One of us must be fed. . . .

Beauty's sold to the knacker:

T'll buy me cheese and bread.