A friend recently said:
“I’ll drag my ass to work.”
With that my ears did perk,
Although I should’ve been in bed.
The following image I now form.
He has a chain and this is what was –
Rug burns it has, simply because,
On the carpet it got quite warm.
It fought tooth and nail,
But my friend, he did yank.
The ass’s heart, it sank,
For it found no water in a pail.
Along the seacoast it did go.
Whether it US or another place be,
I picture the ass like a donkey, you see.
Perhaps we’ll call it Angry Joe.
Angry Joe, along the way,
He hoped for angelic help,
When I heard him give a yelp.
But, since he went to work, the answer was “Nay.”