I HAD A LITTLE PONYGIRL
in the spirit of old nursery rhymes

by Mother Afgs
with an illustration by The Vet
- do not use without the author's permission.

I had a little ponygirl, Her name was Barbi B. I lent her to a preacher man, To make money for me. She pranced for him, And danced for him, My ponygirl for hire. Now, she won't come back to me. She's such a big ole liar.