Pinto Car Club of America

 The Quest for Knott

In the darker days on the eve of Spring

There's a stirring in the stables, a restless, tangible thing

For all the Masters of the shield of blue..

Have endured the time, temperature and a longing that all knew

Out in the stables, barns and corrals too...

Is a notion that "We'll get there" as they shed winter's rue

The names of the villagers are many you've seen and yet to greet

For the need to gather and revel amongst the equine breed is sweet

So out come the tools, lights, and special solvent

To prepare for " The Quickening " , a manic but purposeful bent

So beware the sound of thundering hooves in the Month of April

Lest the "Quest For Knott" sweep you up in the land of Mirth and Fable


Pintosopher ,
  Sage of the new Crusade for sanity in a world gone PC

Thats a good one ! Thanks for the poetry...........