The Mule Laden with Gold

Prepared by: Reo Paolo M. Uri

Two mules met on lovely wad

 Beside a darkening wood

That many a robber had tiptoed through

In search of mulish blood

One carried gold

One carried corn

 One was proud of its buden,

The other followed

At they traveled on down a single path

“we carry in weight the same heavy load,

But mine is superior.”

Long after midnight two robbers came.

 They ignored the mule that carried the grain

 They fought its companion but fear made it bold

And it kicked, and refused to give up the gold.

The robbers attacked the mule

And thereby cut its struggle short

They tiptoed off through the dreadful wood

Loaded with gold and covered in blood

With its weakening breath the mule exclaimed,

“ those who carry their master’s gold are fool!

Pray , and tell this to all other mules.

 The value of corn is easy to use,

 And a world full of gold is useless to me!”

Source: Aesop’s fable, Courier Dover Publications, New York, 1994.

Kitchen Scandal

Prepared by: Reo Paolo M. Uri

The pineapple blushed a shocking pink

And her multiple eyes turned brown

The potato pursed a disapproving lip

Her eyes drawn tight in a frown.

The clock held up her long thin hands

And tick-tocked in dismay

The corn tocked her hair behind an ear

And didn’t know what to say.

The running water gurged and shoked

The onion dropped a ring

The cabbage scracted a bewildered head

The bean grew limp as a string.

For oh, the shame

 The scandalous shame

To say the chicken was dressed

 They’d stripped off her feathers

 And served her quite bare

And everyone poked at her breast!

-Author Unknown

Silver ships

Prepared by: Reo Paolo M. Uri

There are trails that a lad may follow

when the years of his boyhood slip,

but I shall soar like a swallow

on the wings of a silver ship.

Guiding my bird of metal,

One with her throbbing frame,

Floating down like a petal,

Roaring up like a flame.

Winding the wind that scatters

Smoke from the chimmey’s lip,

Tearing the clouds to tatters

With the wings of a silver ship.

Grazing the broad blue skylight

Up where the falcons fare

Riding the realms of twilight,

Brushed by a comet’s hair.

Snug in my coat of leather,

Weather the skyline swing,

Shredding the world like a fearing

From the tip of a tilted wing.

There are trails that a lad may travel

 When the years of his boyhood wane,

But I’ll let a rainbow ravel

Through the wings of my silver plane.

-Mildred PlewMeigs.