DRUNKEN MARE DRUNKARD MASTER
Drunken Mare Drunkard Master
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Dumbstruck would you be as am I
On what I’ll tell in my joyful verse
The story of the friends’ dear, I know
One a mare black, other its master be.
Whole day would the friends work hard
Carting passengers in their dainty cart
On muddy, jagged roads to distant places
On roads mettled, roads pebbled, unsmooth
The mare would gallop, her hoofs whomp
Swaggers the mare and its master leash wave
Watched keenly they by men who them knew
A drunkard master and his dipsomaniac mare!
Uncanny may their life’s story seem although
Both use to drink without a fail in town’s tavern
After day’s toil hard a part of what they earned
Merrily would they spend for two pints of rum
One for the master himself other for mare’s sake
Drink habitually, a disdainful habit hard to break
Drunk would the friends sit to dine to heart’s fill.
Sauntering the master to his cart wobble pace slow
The mare drunk too would his master riding know
A day too soon to come when master would offer
The mare no drink, the mare would stoutly stand
Not moving an inch her goblet as not been filled
Unrelenting it angrily stood near the tavern’s gate.
Back home the wife of the master of the mare wait
Who worried at mid night past went to the liquor inn
Finding the mare there casting her unobliging stare
Would she brood the solution to the mysterious fix
Abruptly she reached for her alcohol concocted syrup
Draining out whooping cough syrup in mare’s mouth
Mounting, her foot placed in the stirrup, hand on cart
Would she cajole back home mare black and uncouth.
Kaliavijay
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