lines written on a journey home

I met a nervous horse today
near a nest of ants
she looked a little anxious
that they’d sneak into her pants
’twas on the road to Banbury Cross
where wagtails flew and flocked
and a minstrel passed us by
though his mount was cocked
he whistled on a humbug flute
a tune I thought I knew
but when I heard him sing along
I didn’t have a clue
despite the dischord ‘twixt us both
we seemed to part as friends
if for no reason than he helped
bring this ditty to its end

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