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The Vicar's Sterile Donkeys

Rating: 5.0

A donkey who was eating grass
is called by local farmers ASS.
I took a fancy to a male
this poem will now tell the tale.

The local Vicar owned some land
the soil was clay with mixed-in sand.
The grass did please the vicar's critters
but not his twenty sterile shitters.

You see, a donkey can and will
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Ernestine Northover 24 October 2006

Herbert this is an epic and great write. What a wonderful story you have spun here. The whole write was spellbinding and I was held in a vacuum reading it. It has such character and such humour as well. Just great! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Francesca Johnson 24 October 2006

Oh, Herbert, I love these story poems of yours. I laughed at the use of some of your words but the last laugh was on those upper class twits. Good old Hector... Love, Fran xxx

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Bill Grace 24 October 2006

Herbert, I love this poem! It started my day with such a wonderful belly laugh and it celebrates a great truth. Blessings, Bill Grace

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