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Belated thanks to Mary Labrecque for last Friday's poetry workshop. It was so much fun! I'd love to do more poetry, and I welcome all suggestions for other workshops--fiction, journaling, whatever.

This is a poem I wrote several months ago. My inspiration was a story by Linda Morse, a writer in the Thursday group.

Sue

Oh, I had a horse and her name was Sue

And she always did what I wanted her to

Except when she didn’t.

Sue was great, she walked the walk

She galloped the gallop and trotted the trot

She was sweet as a peach and sharp as a tack

When I said go, she never looked back

When I said whoa she never said no.

Until the day she did.

Said no, that is.

We were all lined up before the judge

When Sue decided not to budge

The judge said go and Sue said no

Not once but several times

No and "Nyet" and "Never more"

And "I think not," and "Whatever for?"

And "Never mind" and "Not this time,"

And "I don’t wanna and I ain’t gonna.

Forget it, lady. I’m done here."

I clicked and clacked, I gripped and tapped

My heels did not impress.

Sue was done, she’d had her fun

Mortified? You bet.

The lesson here was later clear:

A horse is a horse is a horse.

And if you ride, you better try

To think like one, of course.

So when Sue said no, it wasn’t my fault.

Well, maybe a little, but not a lot.

We were a good team, through thick and thin.

But when she said no, that was it, the end.