Isn’t it too late for that?
Isn’t this a tale of whoa?
If it were a horse of a different color, what color would it be?
Would that color run in the rein?
Whinny we gonna stop horsing around like this?
Until we put it to a vote, and the neighs have it?
Can we take a break for a bit?
Why not just pony up and get in the race?
Oh, now you’re jockeying for position?
Must you nag so?
Cool; was I elected mare?
Weren’t you barn to be a leader?
Wouldn’t he make for stable government?
Will he be able to keep from looking cross-ties at everyone?
(please don’t nag me about how lame this one is)
Is this some kind of stall?
Won’t someone rein in all these equine puns?
But … but if you love them mustn’t you set them free?
And hunt them down and kill them if they don’t come back?
With autoprogrammable osprey drones?
Or sharks with laser beams?