Hunter Trials

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Hunter Trials

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It's awf'lly bad luck on Diana Her ponies have swallowed their bits; She fished down their throats with a spanner And frightened them all into fits So now she's attempting to borrow Do lend her some bits Mummy, do; I'll lend her my own for to-morrow But to-day I'll be wanting them too Just look at Prunella on Guzzle The wizardest pony on earth; Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle And tighten the breach in his girth? I say, Mummy, there's Mrs. Geyser And doesn't she look pretty sick? I bet it's becausе Mona Lisa Was hit on the hock with a brick Miss Blewitt says Monica threw it But Monica says it was Joan And Joan's vеry thick with Miss Blewitt So Monica's sulking alone And Margaret failed in her paces Her withers got tied in a noose So her coronets caught in the traces And now all her fetlocks are loose Oh, it's me now. I'm terribly nervous I wonder if Smudges will shy She's practically certain to swerve as Her Pelham is over one eye * * * * * Oh wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust She threw me in front of the Judges And my silly old collarbone's bust

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  • Sir John Betjeman