A very special pony you were
My knight my warrior
Coat of gleaming black
Main of midnight silk.
Cheeky you were
With your prancing gait
And cheeky ways.
Rest my cheeky knight
For you were young but oh so ill.
You asked and I granted
Now you gallop over the clouds
My gardian my pony.
My gardian angel now you can be with your mum and your friends.
Rest baby.
Luv Ya forever
Lee
| Cheeky |
| 15, Jan 2000 |
| Lisa |