A Perissodactyl Tale
Since the beginning of time
the world has been largely peopled
by donkeys, burros –
jacks and jennets
(if you know what I mean).
To this day, these beasts still abide
in a wide assortment of varieties,
(some we call stupid or smart,
wise, dumb, lazy, pompous,
obstinate… the list goes on and on)
including the most gifted of all
(those we call “total”)
which often manage to exhibit
a full array of these qualities (and may
be owners of large corporations
and/or holders of high offices
in the public/political arena.)
Aesop once told a plethora
of tales about these beasties.
In some stories this creature
exemplified vanity or stupidity
and suffered the consequences
of his foolish actions; in others ,
this fine animal was of great value,
a beast of burden (often serving
a questionable master), and in those
instances, the loss of the animal
was a sad fate, indeed,
for the hapless owner.
Aesop’s odd dichotomy still endures,
and ever it shall always come to pass
that one’s own personal point of view
will always define the value
of one’s ass(et).
PSC / 2017-Apr
My offering for Day 22 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: a fable poem