Race Horse Love

Our love is a race horse
Strong and proud and fast
It wins countless races for us
Our expectations, surpassed

We feed it carrots when it’s good
We beat it when it fails
What ever’s best for us
What ever that entails

I can’t stand to lose
I hate to see you frown
Our horse is getting old
It’s time to put it down


What do you think? Right? Wrong? Pure poppycock?