The Donkeys

The Blackpool donkeys have given up, they have boarded jumbo jets as emotional support animals. Once they used to plod between the Blackpool piers half a mile up, half a mile back, day after day, carrying whooping kids and adults as they heavily jogged along; fat thighs clapping sore ribs. In a dulled daydream the donkeys moved with downcast eyes, backs spavined from gleeful bums and knees. When they could carry no more - they were trucked away to be neglected unto death. Now the donkeys, when not flying business class, surfboard in Hawaii, their Bermuda shorts billow as if tailored for four-legs. Those that once rode them on that uncultured English beach, now take river cruises to the more refined European cities never wishing to see a donkey, but if they should come across one I hope that for a moment they feel a knobby spine again bruising those broad buttocks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ https://www.blackpoolgazette.co.uk/news/abused-donkeys-not-licensed-work-blackpools-beaches-572591