A poem, written by Norman with a little help from Charles (someone had to hold the pen):

The Clomping Steed

His ancestors grazed by a moat

In November came his winter coat

The ground shakes and rumbles underneath his feet

He paves his way down his equine street

Hunger comes on strong with such a great force

Longing for a feast of grain of course

Through trees and tall grass he does stride

With Mo and Seamus the white pony at his side

Down toward the stable and up the hill

His mouth and stomach he longs to fill

In through the gate and toward the trough

Pawing his hoof and beginning to scoff

Nothing but sweet oats and grain

After his hay his water he will drain

After the meal, there is nothing to lack

But one thing, Jesika on my back!

From Norman.