Roland is my gorgeous friend,

A dressage trainer extraordinaire.

I met him years and years ago,

At Olympia in the champagne bar.

 

A little shy he seemed at first,

But soon relaxed, we had a chat.

With Josephine we drank some bubbly,

And both decided he was lovely.

 

We need a trainer in Geneva,

Will you come, please Roland, teach us?

Our half-passes are pretty crap,

Our piaffe passage is out of whack.

 

Roland gave our request some thought,

And flew over quite late in March.

He told us all we had no bend,

In pirouettes or anything.

 

He said “Sybille, if your mare can trot like that,

You’d best not show that other crap!”

As for me, my Qracipoo,

Had got to learn to be more through.

 

He made me sweat, he made me trot,

He made my bum feel very hot!

Roland’s French was non-existent,

We taught him some, we were persistent.

 

“Caresse” means pat, he learnt to say,

And used it every single day.

Shoulder in: épaule en dedans”,

And really good is “vachement bien”.

 

Roland found me Dominic,

My lovely Hanoverian.

My chestnut love, he’s just the bomb!

I did Saint George with gorgeous Dom!

 

Celine and Dee, a lovely pair,

With Roland go so beautifully,

I love to watch Miss Dee improve,

That barefoot mare can really move!

I wish I still could ride, you know,

I miss the horses, the company.

Thanks to you I learnt so much,

Thank you, Roland, so very much.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROLAND!!!

Lots of love,

Cesca XXXX

 

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