Brutus the Mule Pt11

Time and Time again Uncle Poppy sat on Brutus's back Brutus stood still never to move a jot So in order to offer an inducement In the lead was Molly sent Uncle Poppy mounted Brutus, __sat on it's back---- Then flanked Brutus ----gave it a slap----- Worst thing he ever did Instead going up the hill Down the incline he sped Bolting, dropping Uncle Poppy on his head Rolling and sliding on his belly Greening his clothes and splitting his welly Denting his ego, scrambling his brain Wreaking havoc with excruiating pain He groaned and writhed, cussed his luck Swearing me to secrecy of the act Of Brutus's bad behaviour and open defiance Shattering his trust and forged alliance But as fading memories eases ancient pain He recovered lost memories and tried again Once again mounted Brutus, straddled his back Brutus moved neither and inch nor forward a jot Such an enchanting spectacle was gleaned By Pusey a friend from many adventures shared Who shouted," get down, I will take the ride A mule is a mule, a ride is a ride And gingerly jumped on Brutus's back Flanked Brutus ---gave it a slap--- Brutus swayed and turned, bucked and kicked On the concrete hard ground was Pusey shipped Then suddenly motionless as if dead We poured cold water over Pusey's head. Brutus had that look on his face Daring any other to take Pusey's place. Molly shook her head as if to say How can you entertain a mule who doesn't play? How can you get on a mule's back Flank it, give it a slap? Mules are meant to be stubborn and free He is the son of Molly the mare And Rufus the Jackass Hardly pedigree Wouldn't you agree.