Rail Rode Stink

I pass it on horseback
Leaving Wheels under my hooves
The dust of the past recollecting humanity

One cannot park a steed for free
And trot-thru fries are hard to eat
On a saddle
Below hotel-rimmed skies

Your aunt's divorce was fine
Her bonnet betrays daisies of days past
Petals full of pennybag pride

That snide sneer jeers my mare
Aware of his neighbourhood

The toss of his tale
Spurns our bored walk