There once was a bittersweet mare

There once was a bittersweet mare and they called her Lemon Hearts. She was growing in my garden and I pulled her out by her mane, like a weed. “Ow,” she said, bitterly. “What the hay are you doing?”

There once was a bittersweet mare and they called her Lemon Hearts. She was growing in my garden and I pulled her out by her mane, like a weed.

“Ow,” she said, bitterly. “What the hay are you doing?”