In poetic form. Enjoy:
Ten Things I Hate About Dressage
I hate your blinged-out brushing boots,
And your precious button braids.
I hate your gorgeous, uphill gaits,
And your near-invisible aids.
I hate your big, dumb flying changes,
Like your horse is reading your mind.
Those perfect white gloves make me so sick, they even make me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
Biomechanics doesn’t lie.
I hate those circles in the sand,
Even worse when they go awry.
I hate it that even your name means I will never reach perfection at all.
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit.
Not even at all.
