Jockey & Shelley
In a quiet pastureland, 'neath a mountain tall, Lived a warrior named Jockey, beloved by all. With a smile that lit up his weathered face, In his prime of youth, proud he was of his race. Jockey was rough with wit, but sturdy with toil, Mastered horse racing; his skill would not spoil. Humble with children, they adored him so, "Chacha Ji," they'd call him, their faces aglow. He darted through the woods, a frantic race. Bushes, bees, and birds were in his chase. Beauty's goddess, Shelly, he aimed to please. With words that flow like whispers in the breeze. Shelly, caring for horses with gentle hand, In meadows of gold, on pastures so grand. Through battles and hardships, Jockey stood tall, His spirit unbroken, he conquered them all. In times of darkness, Shelly brought light, A beacon for their home, shining so bright. Giving rides to children, her joy and his pride, With Shelly by his side, life was a sweet ride. Together they lived, in love and in cheer, Riches a...