Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Snorse

This here horse is a horse of course,
And a stallion importantly.
But I'm stuck with mean Missus horse,
For breeding purposes I be.
Better than going gelding way,
Castrated out of breeding prime.
So when asleep I'm so okay
With dreaming of hot filly time.
In fact that's what I'm dreaming now,
A fine filly to fill my bill.
But my dream does turn bad and how!
I must awake before I'm ill.

Neigh nay, the mean Missus is there,
And I am having a nightmare.