Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony (a poem)

Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony

Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre

Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed

Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed And clip-cloppity swayed

Masterful Tony rode a masterful pony Through the streets of the small village fayre It neighed and it brayed And clip-cloppity swayed Without worry, nor hurry, nor care.

Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions

Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back

Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried

Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried to maintain its fair stride

Then old Mrs Bunyons, grabbed her sack of onions And threw it on Tony's young back The pony cried and it tried to maintain its fair stride But collapsed down to earth with a smack

Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony"

Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full

Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch

Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch He ate onions for lunch

Said Masterful Tony, "You stupid old crony" Your sack is too weighty and full So with a munch and a crunch He ate onions for lunch And rode his way home on a bull.