Hoof boots and bridle, arms in a sleeve
The pony perfect, her trainer Steve
Muscles that ripple
Bell on her nipple
Proud pony prancing, needing to leave
Flabby young women, the program new
A fat farm diet, exercise too
Ten months in training
Pulling and straining
Hard body sculpting, she would eschew
Taken to box stall, stripped of her tack
Her daily weighing, just keeping track
Her porridge feeding
Her eyes are pleading
Her trainer chuckles, his crop goes smack
After his leaving, trying the gate
The padlock holding, her captive state
Bent nail for picking
Simple lock clicking
Running for freedom, testing her fate
Running through darkness, barefoot and nude
Some clothing needing, and then some food
Hiding in shadow
A desperado
A clothesline blowing, improves her mood
Coveralls fitting, the magi’s gift
Out to the highway, thumbing a lift
The first car to stop
The damned local cop
Pony girl taken, her trainers miffed
Back to the stables, back in her tack
Punishment sentenced, head in a sack
Trainers retraining
And no complaining
Stump broken pony, tough keeping track
