Never Look A Gift Horse in the Mouth

It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”

I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”

Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.

Like Two Ships Passing in the Night

It was really dark in the bar that night.
There was a loud cover band.
They sucked.

I saw her from the corner of my eye.
She looked like a Princess.
She was doing 18 knots in heavy seas.

I was full of oil and she had a buffet on her Lido deck.
This was a doomed relationship from the start.