I mounted my Stallion, not at all sure
That I’d stay in my saddle for long!
Fresh air, after sherry, a hangover cure
If I grip with my knees – well, what could go wrong?
The Meet and the Greet were oodles of fun
Though my thick, black hunt coat could be read
Instead of ‘a Master’, it poked with the pun:
Not here as a Leader, but one of the led!
I didn’t much mind, for my riding prowess
Has been ‘onwards and upwards’ for years
While trotting around all the ways to digress
If I don’t squeeze my knees this could all end in tears!
So onto the meadows and up to the hills
In a trail that trialled my mettle
I wondered if anyone witnesses kills
Of if Reynard the Fox is in much better fettle!
The hounds are excited and rush in a pack
As the beagler trumpets a horn
He just a beginner but sure has the knack
And ambitions to hunt with the Quorn!
Relief, we can canter, with much better grace
riding forth on ‘Big Bird’ through the dales!
With the sun in my hair and the wind in face
ensnaring a vixen? My style never fails!
And galloping, Wow! An adrenalin flare
With the woodlands and streams in a haze
I might have to stop as that hedge comes to stare
I just hope that my stallion obeys!
Whew! That was wicked! We jumped it and flew
Through the air like a Pegasus team
If only the world could just see me and knew
How exciting a hunt is to physically stream!
And off to the pub at the end of the day
Then back to the Mansion for dinner
The followers clapping my back in a way
That ensured that I like a winner!