Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson Clip-clopclop, clip-clopclop — The overstepping mare, And Farmer Hogg comes here again: But I — what do I care? While Dicky sports a spanking cob That canters light as air, I'll never wed a man that drives An overstepping mare. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments