Category Archives: Donkeys and working animals


Standing by the roadside A victim, Passers by Hardly realising That this donkey he did cry Suffering the agony Of his legs wired Up and he Left to face the music As some were soon to see Taken back to … Continue reading


Put upon That feeling of willingness to please Thrown back really in one’s face A despairing tease Inflicting, such heartache For a martyr in distress An ordeal of infliction And a torment giving stress What is residual misery That cuts … Continue reading

Bamoko and it’s donkey

One of the poorest countries Mali seems to me To have It’s share of rubbish dumps And mountainous they be Worked by little donkeys Who live each rotten life Of long hours dragging huge weights And Causing them such strife. … Continue reading


She was tentatively rocking By the side of a busy street having escaped from a merchant Racked up with deceit Who beat her and who worked her And tied her legs together So she just couldn’t get away She was … Continue reading


Put upon Made to work Neglected often every day These donkeys really enjoy life And work hard for a Bag of hay Considering the work they do Its very hard to understand Why owners should neglect them Often tied up … Continue reading


In this great big world of ours Neglect apparently Is really very widespread And animals do see And feel a lot of terror Like working donkeys they Get paired up with real bastards Every single day Who disregard their food … Continue reading


“Flopsy” was old And clearly sad Standing still Feeling real bad A wounded ear The maggots came In the road And did inflame His Fear apparent Spitefulness Clearly There was no redress Agony was his to hold Was his to … Continue reading


The rope was tight around his leg His flesh torn open wide Neglect had caused the injury The rot was deep inside It must have been so terrible When we found him lying there So many tears had fallen But … Continue reading


A donkey mangled on the street And speeding rickshaw Trying to cheat Time the passenger Sadly late Lambert into Lolo’s Gentle gait head and necks wounds Lacerations Cuts and bruises Her location on the street A mass of sores She … Continue reading


A gentle soul hardworking All his days His owner was of unsound mind With wrathful indignant ways Too many bursts of anger A frightful man was he Gnashing teeth and fury Was often how he be Poor “Veeru” always working … Continue reading