You think, and I thud,

A thundering horse

Thru the mud.

I'm up to my thighs,

Charging through,

Trying to get to you

Over the fjord.

You think and I thud.

What am I wearing?

The ornate gear of battle

With silver spangled cavesson,

The crownpiece that runs

Through my browband is true,

And I in my navy blue miniskirt 

Charge the heavens for you tonight,

Just so the light brigade

Can shine starlight on you,

While you lie back on the nebulous bank

Of the Milky Way, with your hands up behind your lovely head,

And say Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

You think,

And I thud.

My thundering hooves

Galloping now

Exactly toward you

Right through the beautiful mud

Of art and creation and time,

Right through the glorious poetry 

Rhymed and otherwise.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

You think and I thud.