At risk to sound tacky & to buggy you, will you please allow me to rein you to a dressage.
I know I am not a Rafalca, or a Budweiser Clydesdale, and never appeared on a box of wheaties, but I promise you I am stable, and I’ll help you with that long face if you’d draft me to be your stud.
I hope you’re not another neigh-sayer who doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but your pics really stirrup my emotions, & I knew right out of the gate I had to bite the billet and try to whinny your heart. Maybe I was just barn a romantic.
Allow me to bale you out, and to carriage you on a trail ride before we’re pasture prime & end up in a bottle of elmer’s glue.
I hope you’re not dun with love & pony up and get in the race.
I not here to horse around, my mane mare reason to contact you is love.
While I wait for your response, I mustang in here, hopefully not furlong, so Giddy-up, & get back to me as soon as you can, .
I understand if you’re not ready to saddle down, in which case I wish life was farrier.