Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday.

     WILBUR COULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT HE HAD READ

$1,000 FOR WHOEVER COULD EAT A THREE POUND BURGER WITH A SIDE OF BRED

WILBUR RAN ACROSS THE LAWN COVERING MOST OF HIS SPREAD

HE REACHED THE PADDOCK AND CALLED TO MR. ED.

“ED, IF YOU EAT A THREE POUND BURGER WE WILL GET CASH I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT"

THEN GOT WILBUR’S SADDLE, AND ON IT HE DID SIT

HE RODE INTO THE RESTAURANT, ORDERED THE THREE POUND BURGER BUT DID OMIT

THAT ED WOULD BE EATING THE BURGER AND WILBUR WOULD TAKE THE AWARD BY USING HIS WIT

WILBUR SCOFFED DOWN THAT BURGER IN TWO MINUTES FLAT

AND WILBUR DEMANDED THE MONEY, UNLIKE A DIPLOMAT

AND THEN BEGAN A TERRIBLE SPAT

WILBUR SAID THERE WERE  NO RULES BARRING A HORSE FROM THE CONTEST AND THAT WAS THAT

 THE OWNER DECIDED THE HORSE WINNING A CONTEST WOULD BE GOOD PUBLICITY

MAYBE THEY COULD CREATE A COMMERCIAL CAMPAIGN, HORSES EAT FOR FREE

WHEN THEY TOLD WILBUR HE HAD WON HE YELLED YIPPEE

JUMPED IN THE AIR THEN FELL DOWN IN A PUDDLE OF ED’S PEE

TWO MEN STOOD OVER WILBUR LOOKING DOWN WHILE

ON THE BAR AS A  HALF EATEN THREE POUND SANDWICH AND THERE WAS NO HORSE AROUND

WILBUR HAD BEEN YELLING ABOUT THE SANDWICH, AND HIS HORSE:  HE COULD BE HEARD ACROSS TOWN

AND HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT HIS HORSE - HE WAS A SAD DRUNK, A PITIFUL CLOWN

LOOKING THROUGH A WINDOW WILBUR WATCHED HIS SAD FRIEND

WILBUR’S KEEPING A SECRET ABOUT HIS TALKING ABILITY HAD DRIVEN WILBUR AROUND THE BEND

WILBUR’S BOASTS ABOUT THE TALKING HORSE. AND ED’S SILENCE MADE DRINKING ALL NIGHT HIS NEW TREND

AT THE END OF THIS POEM WILBUR COULD ONLY SHAKE HIS HEAD AND SAY “THE END.: