...beggars would not ride. They'd eat the horses, or hollow them out for makeshift tents.
Not to mention having to shovel all their shit.
And if they had all these mares and stallions, they'd make wodges of cash flogging them off to racing courses.
Or flogging dead ones, in some cat o' nine tales festishery.
And I don't mean biscuitty blind detectives!
If wishes were horses, I'd be pissed off I didn't get me wishes.
"Ah, Aladdin! You've rubbed me lamp, so you get three horses"
"Don't you mean three wishes? Cash, Gash, and out on the lash"
"Nah, wishes are horses these days mate. Here, have this triplicity of fine equestrian fare"
"But them's nor horses - them's a mule, Uncle Peter (woof! bark!), and a certain tall hair of monochrome boxing promoter!"
"Beggars can't be choosers, you great arabian oaf!"
"How about whoresies instead..."
"Hmmmm, I think we can get away with that.."
"oh, I can't keep me hands off 'em"
"what?"
"ME ARMS!!!"
Oh, how we laughed...
