Horse Couture

Shakespeare models Horse Couture

Spring has arrived
My coat’s a state.
No way to be
A fashion plate.

Hair’s falling here;
It’s falling there;
My coat’s in tatters.
Horses stare.

Cold season gone
And with it snow;
Last season’s coat
Has got to go!

A little help it
Needs, tis true,
As it feels stuck
To me like glue.

So, patiently I
Stand and smile
As Groom releases
Spring’s new style:

A shining coat
Of black and tan,
I feel quite

And of one thing
You can be sure,
My new Spring coat
Is Horse Couture!


No doubt about it, I’m feeling extraordinarily hip in my new Spring duds.

The blankets are done for the season, and the last of my thick Winter coat is being curried away in stages by the Scribe (aka Groom). Those pesky little hairs get everywhere, of course. I hear moderate complaints about hair up the nose and all over clothes, etc., but there’s nothing I can do about that. If you want me to look my dapper best then “Deal with it!” is all I have to say.

But really, is there anything more satisfying than stepping out into the world in your fancy new Spring finery to the admiring glances of those who can only dream of looking so handsome? (Yes, as a matter of fact, there is … a bucket full of carrots or grain; a mound of fresh hay; apple bobbing in the paddock trough; stud muffins; Timmie’s Cranberry & Blueberry Bran muffins … I could go on but I don’t want to change the subject … 😉 ).

Certainly I am feeling rather fine in my Horse Couture.

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

Note: Fab photograph taken by Cary Andrew Penny, CAP Photographic Solutions, Spring 2010.

All rights reserved. Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2011

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Barb N.Teddy on May 6, 2011 at 9:29 pm

    Gee, dear Bear, I was surprised
    Your new spring coat is black and tan?
    I thought perhaps you’d seek a change
    As this year’s Appaloosa Man.

    My groom and scribe is quite prepared
    When liver chestnut sheds to honey.
    That is, my back is shiny sorrel.
    A lighter shade adorns my tummy.

    Flaxen highlights in my tail,
    Rear, nearside hoof a sparkling white,
    Silver threads within my mane,
    Gosh, I’m quite a lovely sight!

    This poem has a little moral.
    This year’s chestnuts can pick sorrel.
    It’s such a lovely shade indeed
    Most scribes will pick it for their steed.

    Adios, Bear. Your new spring couture is ‘arrrriba’ (‘awesome’ in Cuban Spanish! and very nice indeed in any language whatever 😉


    • Dearest Ted,

      Your Horse Couture
      Is very fine.
      You wear yours well,
      As I do mine.
      And here’s a truth
      To make you smile:
      Our Horse Couture’s
      Always in style.


      Shakespeare “The Equine”


  2. Posted by Barb N.Teddy on May 13, 2011 at 5:17 pm

    ChestnutHorse 2 HorseChestnut

    Many thanks for your reply. I must say that the last line of my poem should have read, “My scribe will pick it for her steed”. I just can’t imagine it would become really popular like honeysuckle pink or magenta or denim blue or even black and tan. Yes, our lovely coats just never go out of style.

    Gracias and Adios. I’ll try to attend a session of the roundbale discussions.

    Faithfully yours,

    Eduardo Diego Guevara-Cienfuegos (or “Teddy” for short)


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