Rue the Day

Mounted on a Missouri mule, All my possessions in a sack. The scorching sun, oh so cruel, Sweat running down my back. On the way to Kansas City, To visit my older brother. Angry still, what a pity, From one thing or the other. While crossing a swollen creek, I only made it halfway through. This trip started looking bleak, When my mule threw a shoe. Afraid of what was next in store, My mount then loudly groaned. Bolting off like Man of War, With everything I owned. I landed hard on my head, No drug could ease the pain. One more thing I had to dread, It then began to rain. Standing there all soaking wet, Drops pelting off my dome. Beginning now to regret, I turned around and headed home.