One'd some fat burr dropt on his back
A burr but limp from fear
So tensely clinging to his neck
That he could not get clear.
The burden breathing on its own
Soon purred into his ear
Advice that turned his heart to stone
But stone constrained to hear.
Under the tale he gained a force
As if that cavalier
He was bestrid by made him horse
Whip-goaded to career.
He floundered and yet run ahead
Got headway in such gear
And felt that heart go bang instead––
That burdock in his rear.
December 15, 2007
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