Post-modern Rider

I want to make a statement,

I’ll make it in due course.

In the interests of noise abatement

This one’s about a horse.

It’s a plucky little statement,

It’s a plucky little nag,

But sadly its being late meant

There was a trifling snag.

The horse has gone and legged it

And the pudding turned out flat.

(Didn’t I mention I’d over-egged it?

I should have mentioned that!)

I miss my horse quite sadly,

His love, his wit, his verve:

I rode the nag quite badly,

It’s just what I deserve.