Jingo’s Lament

by Lindabrit

They say horses resemble their owners, in my case it is true.

Like Jarrod, I’m highly intelligent and rather handsome too.

The Lawyer and I are both dapper and usually well turned out,

heads generally turn to admire us, when we are out and about.

I’m perfectly content with my lot, as Jarrod’s legal steed,

burdened only with his briefcase, the odd contract, will or deed.

When the lawyer works in Stockton it’s a gentle ride to town.

Then I doze all day in the Livery ‘til we head home at sundown.

San Francisco is even better, for then I don’t work at all,

he comes home on the train and I stay asleep in my stall.

Sometimes he’s away for weeks and I have a long holiday,

with nothing to do but eat, sleep and roll in the hay all day.

But sometimes life isn’t so easy and those are the times I dread,

because of the sudden notions the lawyer takes into his head.

He’ll join his brothers on roundup and I have to work ‘til I drop.

Roping, riding with the best of them he never knows when to stop.

Or he’ll set off on one of his crusades, to right some dreadful wrong,

Across river, desert or mountain, be the journey ne’er so long.

Never giving a thought to my feelings in the matter of course.

I tell you sometimes I almost wish I was Miss Audra’s horse!

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