The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up: they have boarded passenger jets - to be emotional support animals. Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier half a mile up, half a mile back, day after day, carrying kids and plump matrons. In a dull daydream the donkeys moved with downcast eyes, plodding until exhausted. Now the donkeys have retired, when not flying they surfboard on Hawaiian waves. their Bermuda shorts billow, tailored as they are for four-legs. Those that once rode them on that uncultured British beach, now take river cruises to the more refined European cities and hardly now ever see a donkey, but if they do I hope that for a moment they feel a knobbly donkey spine roughly slapping their tender time-worn *******’s.