LORD EPSOM

by: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953)

      Horse, Lord Epsom did bestride
      With mastery and quiet pride.
      He dug his spurs into its hide.

      The Horse,discerning it was pricked,
      Incontinently bucked and kicked,
      A thing that no one could predict!

      Lord Epsom clearly understood
      The High-bred creature's nervous mood,
      As only such a horseman could.

      Dismounting, he was heard to say
      That it was kinder to delay
      His pleasure to a future day.

      He had the Hunter led away.

"Lord Epsom" is reprinted from More Peers. Hilaire Belloc. London: Stephen Swift, 1911.

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