Poem: The Horse, The Mule, The Ass

 The Horse, The Mule, The Ass

Behold the horse the mule the ass standing there

slowly masticating the long green grass

The horse full of pride

For tomorrow his master will take him for a ride

To his master's love, they will go

He will ask her to marry

And he will carry away to fields greenest

His white main shining in all its glory

Pride growing in his magnificent chest

With him in tow, he knows, she simply can't say no

The ass, lazy as always

Tomorrow his master is going to move some firewood, as always

And he is going to make himself a burden, as always

His master will scream and curse

Thereafter his master will resort to his cane

As always he will make sure only to move after the hundredth blow

The mule knows his master will need his help to move some bricks

He will not fuss or try any tricks

It is not pleasant work

But it is what keeps him and his master fed

And when it grows dark

And in good conscience the land of dreams he can embark

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