... A happier moment with my blue bucket ...
Consider — I asketh for so little … love, carrots, a roof over my head, carrots, a paddock in which to muse and play, carrots, hay at my feet, carrots, a little exercise every day, carrots, good friends and, yes, carrots.
So why, pray tell, hath my blue bucket been devoid of my favourite orange root vegetable for two long days?
The Scribe hath declared the Carrot Man — who usually delivereth the orange delicacy in giant sacks every Wednesday — is delinquent in his duty this week, and absolveth herself of all blame.
... How my blue bucket should look. I leaveth the alternative to your imagination ...
But, of a certain, yesterday she hath prior knowledge of my carrot deprivation and didst nothing, forthwith, to ensureth my appetite for said delights would be sated shouldst the Carrot Man, indeed, be delinquent in his duty today.
Alas disappointed, am I, in the Scribe’s lack of fore sight in this regard and, miserable with longing for my favourite treat, am thus inspired to share with you the …
Blue Bucket Blues
This is a day that I won’t soon forget
Tis forged upon my mind as on a stone.
For ‘pon this day a moment of regret
As stood I here and sulked all on my own.
For there beyond the tack room’s open door
A void as large as any hole so black,
Where once a pile of orange did grace the floor
Now lies a torn and empty carrot sack.
... If my blue bucket is empty, shall I not give thee the hairy eyeball? ...
Woe unto me for sad it is I am
My bucket blue sits idle on the shelf.
Commiserate I with my buddy, Sam,
At least in friendship I can count my wealth.
And while I brood dip I my nose to hay,
Tomorrow is, perchance, another day.
See you anon in Poet’s Paddock!
Shakespeare “The Equine”
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