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.