|Lady on a Horse (near Banbury)|
There was a lady on a horse,
Fine, fine lady, straight of back and firm of hand;
Proud white horse, glad to move to her command.
It's a close and special bond -some would wonder if it's wise,
But maybe they just envy the beast between her thighs.
This is the English countryside,
Riding lady, drives a Beamer as a rule,
And her mount, borrowed from a riding school.
But they make a pretty picture for passers-by like me
Like that Banbury tradition - it's about fertility.
Underneath we're all the same,
Trotting lady, filling out her rural skills,
Even though, it's the day job pays the bills.
She wants to look the part, if the gentry she should meet.
There'll be worse between her stirrups, 'fore she gets her country seat.