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.