Lifted his tail and cantered off. Into the burning out sunset he rode. A malady of loves principle disaster. The pantomime horse he rode. She caught him for his final wind up.
Danced for his audience. On the stage. He jumped and frolicked. Wore nothing. Save only but a bright red polka dotted belt. Provocatively indiscreet. The belt that concealed his other half. His better half of course.
His other half was delicate. Her malady was him. He was the star performer. Made all the ladies grin.
She sent him to the knacker's yard. When his ladies had all gone. She had one further use for him. She turned him into glue. Stuck the pages in her book. Suggest you take a little look. At all the poems in her book. And the remnants of the pantomime horse. His last ever performance of course!