Women and Horses I told myself I wasn’t going to write a poem called women and horses because I don’t know enough about either of them I have no idea what horses are thinking when they gaze at me with their big brown eyes it’s the same look I sometimes get from women as if they’re not sure what they want to do with me and they’re not sure what I want to do with them and I know women hate it when you compare them to horses they think it’s demeaning and that they’re not being appreciated but what the hell do I know