Pastures new

Cousin Fiona
from near the top drawer
Is a blue blood donor
and Kensington bore.

A moderate showjumper
plain and weakwilled
Cousin Fiona
is never fulfilled.

For what she wants
but will never admit
is a man to take her by the bit.

Someone to jog with
snog with
Look in her eyes
canter
banter
romanticize

Someone to
lead her
to pastures new
someone to share her
pony-made-for-two

And Fiona sleeps
in a saddle-soaped room
and dreams of a pinstriped jodhpured groom
and crop in hand, she gallops into moonlit gymkhanas
to ride gentleshod over her sinning nude
sinewed broncoing buck
giddyup giddyup giddy up up up

And Fiona weeps after her lonely ride
Always the bridle, never the bride