I may have an arrogant sense of humour.
Likely unwarranted given the next batch of puns heading your way.
You’ve been warned…
Bedraggled.
That’s how I looked.
Bedraggled.
That’s how I felt.
Bedraggled.
That’s how I was.
I be dragg led all over the fair grounds today.
Holding reins.
Brushing horses.
Scooping and flinging turds.
Picking out hooves.
(sometimes they were putting various oils on their hooves to make them look shiny)
One moment we had to hurry up! We needed to be at the at the arena!
Then, when we got there? We waited a half and hour.
If the feeling had music, it would be The William Tell Overture as played by a band of talented squirrels while being tossed down a roadside embankment in a green velvet bag.
It was intense. I couldn’t predict the flow of things. I was tired. I was hungry and I was dehydrated. I likely needed to go play waterfall in the six person side by side old school trough urinal. It was fully equipped with cigarette buts so I had plenty to aim at.
That would be someth…
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