Old Yella

• Madison Fleming, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

My old Yella
He’s a lovely old fella
I love him to bits, although he’s cheeky And sometimes freaky When I ride old Yella he makes me cheerful And sometimes even tearful He has a friend Some days they drive me ‘round the bend Her name is Savannah I try to get them to behave in an appropriate manner To get him to behave And not think I’m his slave A carrot works well I love old Yella and will never sell