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Donkey Spoofs

There was that donkey I called “Rex;”
A mighty funny beast was he;
Oh, at my sight he seemed to smile
As happy, friendly as could be.

He’d trot around the heaped manure
Then brayed and wished me a good morn,
He raised his little hoofs up high
And begged for apples or sweet corn.

One day, some Sunday riders came;
While I stalked through the pen,
Ol’ Rex approached me from behind,
And “assaulted” me right then . . .

Or so it seemed to the laughing crowd,
For on my shoulders were his hoofs--
He brayed hee-aw, hee-aw, hee-aw--
And that’s what I call “donkey spoofs.”

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I can always count on you for comedy!
Do donkeys talk? LOL. Well I hope you were well protected from rex I wouldn't begin to imagine if you were wearing a kilt sir. Lmao.

Thank you...Teddy

and I can always count on you seeing my comical (back)side, even when I wear nothing but a kilt. LOL. I wore one at a costume party many years ago. One lady was interested in learning what else I wore beneath that kilt. "Sheet metal briefs," I replied.
Teddy dear, thank you for commenting. You are a peach. Il signor, Jerry

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I hope i don’t get assaulted like that!

care to see those little hoof marks on my shoulders? He was quite the rascal, Rex was, lol. Thanks, sir. Jerry

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