Accent on Horse'

Accent on Horse'
By Kyle Oakeson

I’m told my pick of horses is really quite terrible
I bet on the ones that look the most dressed
Not the one that will actually win.

I’ve trained horse after horse and let a lot go
And as soon as they’re sold, they win tourney elsewhere
I’m so happy for what they’ve become.

I suppose my problem is the sport I compete
And the horses aren’t the type that succeed
They’d do better in something I hate.

See I gave up showing and circus as well
Too much show, too gaudy and dull
And took up polo, majestic and all!

Because when you learn how the magic really works in those shows
Your clown face turns to painted frown
And you high tail your horse straight home

You return to your loved ones so high up in class
And beg forgiveness for running away
And your hate for the circus is born.

You despise the fact that you know what you know
And you hate that it’s all just a trick
To get you to escape from your life

Me? I turned to polo, the gentleman’s sport
My family totally agrees
It suits me to have it that way

But the horses I’m so used to working with
The ones that’re so fun to train
Aren’t suited for gentleman’s ways

They’re superior show horses
Arabian wilds
But they won’t get me anywhere on the field.