Horse Teaches Spin Class, Ranchers Faint from Galloping Too Fast
Ma signed up with high-heeled pride,
Pa brought hay and barely survived.
Lou wore chaps and spandex tight,
Granny fainted by pedal five’s plight.
Horse neighed loud, “Now ride or rot!”
Then kicked the beat like it was hot.
“Climb that hill, you pasture slackers!
Let’s lunge like tax-hiking backers!”
The preacher sweated, cursed his sins,
While Horse yelled, “Burn off them feed bin sins!”
Each class ends with oat recovery,
And chants of “No pain, no alfalfa luxury!”
City folks booked ten weeks straight,
Only to cry and question fate.
Now Horse sells merch with quotes like “Spin or Die,”
As calves flex biceps under prairie sky.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)