From Chicken Soup for the Horse Lover's Soul II

Dirty Trick

My pony likes the curry comb
To scratch across his back,
To itch those places that had been
Underneath the tack.

I brush away the dirt and mud,
The grass and shedding hair.
I brush and brush and brush some more
With tender loving care.

But when I put him in the ring
He drops and rolls around,
His feet kick up into the air
As he squirms upon the ground.

He’s filthy now when he stands up
And needs another brush
Which makes me think my pony likes
His curry comb too much!

Lawrence Schimel

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