Howrse.
I'll write a poem for my page
While burning chamomile and sage
My room fills with a peaceful smell
And I pull off my turtle shell
I contemplate the deepest thoughts
I search for answers rarely sought
And sounds surround, a horse's trot
I think that sage may have been--
My mind clears now, just as before
I don't know the next thoughts in store
But suddenly the thought gets thinked
And I wish I could go extinct.
That final thought, my mind the source,
Was one that I do not endorse.
A last chance here to change your course
I'm not sure what words rhyme with Howrse...