Saturday, September 10, 2005

Emmie's Reply

I sent m'lady Emrys a copy of the donkey poem below,
and she send this back ...

I stand alone at the treacherous pass
when next I beheld a noisy ass
a snort, a blow, a bellow below
a flick of ear, but I do not know
for I've listened to my share of asses
but none looking up at me from scarey passes
should I heed the plaintive beckoning bray
and trust that I will be borne away?
Neigh I say, no way, belay!



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2 Comments:

At 11:46 AM, Blogger Believer said...

You have met your match. :-)

 
At 5:12 PM, Blogger Fran said...

Oo sound as if the lady had some of those I had in mind before I met the Union members! My original quote had been that most of the talking donkeys I had met were in academia! We must save this one for the concert! Fran

 

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