The Donkey And His Chips.

 

That Donkey, what chip on ‘ees shoulders.

Rode only once hither thither by a Master;

as accolades poured forth in droves.

Of a truth our Ass developed such an ego

that has no place to go. Thought ‘eeself

important in life scheme of things, did he.

 

 

 

No one can an easy conversation have

with our celebrated Ass, as he puffs.

Until that fateful day in the village square.

The real owner of the Donkey had his life

shed for man so base. Then our Ass saw

his pride dented indeed. ‘Ess just a ride!

 

 

 

© 11th November 2016. Adewale Adeniji.

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