Donkey Donkey old and Gray

Donkey, donkey old and gray

Prance around the barn

Angry at Farmer Brown

He called him an ass

They called him an old mule,

While he brays and grazes the grass

Farmer Brown took him to town

One hot summer day

The church bell rang dong

And spook the old fellow

Old lady Barker gives him a cube of sugar

To calmed his getters

Officer Lloyd told her not to litter.

The life of a donkey is hard you see

When humans ride him all day

he would never get to the end of the rope

knowing no one would every love him

But the fool in him continues to hope

The humble ass it seems still has a role

To play in the lives of millions

when you have a case of the "if onlys"

the poor donkey learned to be content

whatever the circumstances.

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mikeq107 5 years ago

Great poem Annie...nice anolagy miss spelled that lol...but then agin I,m a Donkey !!!!!

Later My Good friend!!!

Mike :0)

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Cresentmoon2007 5 years ago from Caledonia, MI

Wonderful poem. There are many "Donkeys" out there I am afraid. Voted up.

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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

We have a town about 90 miles from Vegas that has donkeys roaming around. When we go there I buy carrots for them.

I also remember then being on beaches in England for rides. Voted up and funny.

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Gypsy Willow 5 years ago from Lake Tahoe Nevada USA , Wales UK and Taupo New Zealand

I love donkeys and enjoyed your poem, thank you!

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Darknlovely3436 5 years ago from NewYork Author

Mike, writer20,Cresentmoon, and Gypsy Willow, thank you all for reading my silly poem...


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