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A Bigger Bucket Please

The donkey was kicking up a ruckus all right Hee hawing and making all kinds of a mess We told him to hang on to the barn oh so tight There was a bucket stuck on his head. We ran for the doctor who came right away. We told him to have patience or he might be dead. My sister patted the donkey, and I helped Doc Boff. It was touch and go with lots of kicking. But at last we finally got that bucket off. Doc Boff tried to reason with the donkey letting him know He should not do it again, But unfortunately, that donkey was unbelievably slow. It was the second time that week I said with a cough. The doctor picked up the bucket and hid it in the corner. If he cannot reach it, you won’t have to take it off. But that’s how we feed him I argued my case. Doc Boff gave me a forgiving smile. Get a bigger bucket, and you will save face.

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Date: 12/4/2019 6:21:00 PM
Haha, the poor donkey, his life is not so easy. A fun piece of poetry.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/5/2019 4:08:00 AM
I am trying different types, M.L. I know you do this also. I am trying to break out of my "free verse" rut.

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