An Ass In Love With Lass

Two donkeys at a wayside met— One, a robust looking rogue was, No master he had had because— To chat on life's hindrance and let, A lean-looking bare-bone loner, His friend came from brick-kiln owner. The robust fellow just he-hawed, He worried no punishing rod. The master his friend badly treats, Giving him pretty li'le to eat: Though I work hard in scorching heat, For no reasons he always beats'. Why don't you walk away from him? Just like me— to live your own dream. You know, he's a pretty daughter, He beats her as well and ill-treats, His friend felt, there flows deep water, What's that to do with you, dimwits? You see, he warns her, me witness: I'll have you married to this ass! Man too has been this ass, no less, Takes ills, hopes still heaven to bless, To get in life a gorgeous lass, But all he gets is dry grey grass! ______________________________________________ Humour | 06.12.04 |