Mabely Rides To Town To Find A Man

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Mabely Rides To Town To Find A Man

Near the shire long about the twisting bend

Mabely holds her skinny frame inside, in tight

On the higher ground above United Kingdoms

The mare moves slower, almost to a stop

To a whisper in the dark so solemn to behold

Its passenger is light and prays there is no fall

Stepping in mud becomes precarious as they go

A hidden stone could be a minefield dire

Cliffs are steep, nowhere to be now at this late hour

The young girl is not so pretty in physique

But her eyes are killer keen, warm and kind

Her village is far from reality as they go down

Winding towards the town, which is nearer now

Rural midlands hold their charm in styled grace

Shrubbery takes shape, greener than need be

Rooted in history, beauty has no better place to be

The horse knows how to find a safer path

Sometimes a carrot helps the situation

Mabely knows how to find a wealthy man

A kiss clears the path to least resistance

All roads are paved in gold so hold on tight

Beguiling eyes rise to the occasion of a smile

Her final destination, to catch another man

Then plant him in her garden with the others