Me, a harness horse
For long I worked in varied jobs,
Fending from bosses their dead lobs.
Retired, I find it tough
Getting not a day off
From new boss-- no more like doorknobs
Who demands, better learn
Your daily bread to earn,
Stern, she chases, all my peace robs.
But too late to regret
For having lost the bet,
Me, a harness horse oft called cobs.
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Happenings | 20.08.2025 | humour, husband, horse
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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