I saw a donkey

One day old

His head was too big

For his neck to hold;

His legs were shaky

And long and loose,

They rocked and staggered

And weren't much use.

He tried to gambol

And frisk a bit,

But he wasn't quite sure

Of the trick of it.

His face was wistful

And left no doubt

That he felt life needed

Some thinking out.

So he blundered round

In venturous quest,

And then lay flat

On the ground to rest.

He looked so little

And weak and slim,

I prayed the world

Might be good to him.

By Gertrude Hind "Punch 1928"

😀😀

where are the Scammy hoof lickers?

Can someone do a welfare check on Voiceless Treason?