Here's another poem, hope I spelled the horse's name right. Anyway, don't own B&B, yadda yadda yadda. Enjoy!
Philip's Poem
Clomp, clomp, stomp, clomp,
Hear me stomping down the cobblestones.
Wish I always I could be
White circus ponies, though they be drones.
I pull the plow, cart, and wagon,
I follow my master's ev'ry command.
Though they sometimes may be foolish,
I followed through, I never ran.
My master may be daft
To have led me through the dark lands
But I know that I will be well
With my large shaggy head in her hands
Fears, I have many
But all will vanish when she rides.
I become brave again,
And feel her courage through my strides.
But now, a strange place!
A castle, dark and dank as are all tombs.
I shift and fidget in my stall,
To see inanimate objects as my grooms.
Perhaps we will leave
One day when my lady wins the creature's heart.
Until then I only remain
A loyal beast of burden, as is my part.