Writers Cramp Entry

Once upon a time there was a horse named Charlie

Who loved to eat wood chips and barley

Charlie was a dearest friend

With a wooden body and wooden rear end

Everyday he rocked my world

With him there was never a moment that was dull

Soon though colours on the wooden body began to fade

And wooden splinters started showing on his head

Charlie was getting old,

But to me he was worth more than gold

So with a fresh coat of paint & polish          

Charlie was back , rocking and bold

With someone new at his side

Who with joy would ride

Charlie , the rocking horse.