Pegasus is high

Flightless horse syndrome early on.
Greek gods and goddesses harrumphing outside the stables.
No wing-viagra for the hippo-drome.
Silently noshing, snatching and grabbing
hay from the next door stall,
Pegasus considers his moves.
Start a small jazz club in Valhalla,
A pogo-plant in Walla-Walla
or a crazy glue company in upper Sasperilla.
In the end he ups, walks into the Mediterranean sunshine,
testicle-hooves Zeus
and takes up arms against a sea of troubles
by Bipedalizing his way out to the upper isles.

The quest for purpose:
the warm seabreeze aside
he doesn't fancy a sedentary lifestyle:
crane-watching, hillbilly pebbling,
sticker-wearing have lost their charm for lonely Pegasus.
He steals a weary side-kick
and a dromedary too slow
and sets off on journeys unknown.
unknown for here ends the tale.