Me, a harness horse called a cob
For long I worked when in a job,
Fending from boss his o’er-head lob,
Retired, I find it tough
Not getting a day off
From new boss-- no more a door knob,
Demanding: better learn
Your daily bread to earn,
She, chasing, stern, my peace to rob.
‘Las, too late to regret
For having lost the bet,
Me, a harness horse called a cob.
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Happenings | 20.08.2025 | humour, husband, horse
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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