I HAD a little pony, His name was Dapple Gray; I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now, For all the lady's hire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |