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Allegory

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I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:

Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
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Kayode Are 16 October 2017

Brilliant allegory. Did pleasure throw delight or she ran for it?

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