Hitler, My HORSE

With its large ears turned antrorse
It’s quoted high on any bourse
Its skin feels from fine to coarse
Its company, from life I cannot divorce

Its strength and beauty I endorse
To reckon with, it’s a sheer force
It nibbles at sugar cubes and gorse
It’s Tesu. It’s Hitler. It’s my HORSE

Pegasus, unicorn, seahorse indorse
It eats tons and tons of honey jars
Its speedy, I nicknamed it Kars
It runs vertical and even latrorse

Understands me verbally or in morse
History has Chetak, Arabian and Norse
When it likes, it kicks me ofcourse
Then I lovingly slap it perforce

Into my affection, it always quizzes
For its kicks, it never shows remorse
It’s always my joy and fun source
People envy me for its torse

An expert to saddle and unhorse
On it, I have written many a verse
At times, it relishes waterhorse
For it, I am looking for a filly exotic

Friends we remain, its mine, not yours
It’s amazing, its awesome, its zors