Ken Duddle Poet Free verse

Boris

Boris was a strange looking creature
The Lord Mayor's pride and joy
The Mayor was known by several names
But officially as John son of Roy.

The Mayor told the people
Boris was a stallion of the finest stock
The Mayor controlled the taxes
So the people dared not mock.

The Mayor believed in fairness for all
So he gave tax relief to the poor
But he said the super-rich were also in need
So he gave them more.

The annual Lord Mayor's parade came around
And mounted on Boris the crowd the Mayor passed
Until a young voice was heard
'That is no fine steed, it is merely an @ss'.

The crowd was hushed into silence
Then began to point and laugh
The Mayor's face grew crimson red
And could not control his wrath.

His anger changed to embarrassment
As he gripped tight on Boris' rein
He turned and headed for the hills
And was never seen again.

The moral of this little tale
Is a lesson set true and fast
Is to think before you speak
Or you will look an @ss.

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