UPDATE: My father sends me a poem that he alleges I wrote about My Little Pony as a 6 or 7 year-old.
I love my little pony I take good care of him I dip its hair in treacle And throw it in the bin
When the bin-man comes He throws him on the floor "Can't take you to the landfill We already have a score"
So my little pony Goes to the garden shed And when the cat is out Occupies its bed
And when the cat comes home He says: "Who let you in? The only place for a pony Is in the garden bin"