one trick pony

one trick pony the man was too corpulent to dress in lime green and lemon yellow yet it was his colored grapefruit vest that identified him with the ponies sometimes a man does what he must there was no carousel and only three tired ponies guided in a well-trodden never-ending path he called them his three-trick ponies though there was only one trick: the circle it seems he never saw the sadness in their eyes they stumbled in clockwise fashion, lightweight kids straddling their under-fed skinny bodies he dared not look into their eyes and ignored their stumbling each pony managed to stand on its own as the others patiently waited he remembered those days when he had stallions beautiful tails swishing and mane blowing in the wind now this three stumbling ponies 'parched land does this,' he thought. 'when there is no water, there is no food. this is what we have come to.' as darkness approached there were no kids to ride his ponies he looked to the heavens and prayed for rain looking down at his two ponies, tears filled his eyes. the heaving breast of the fallen beast was stilled. 'no rain,' he lamented. the man dressed in lime green pants and a lemon-yellow shirt and grapefruit vest wept, praying for rain. two ponies stood over one , dry parched land swirled as did the clouds in heaven tolbert