Donkeys look like massive cuddly toys <br />but life's no game for them. <br />Almost everywhere they bear unfair loads <br />piled high on their sturdy frames. <br /> <br />In England they're adored by kids <br />whether on grass or beaches. <br />Their smell is pungent, and riding one <br />is the pure stuff of childhood. <br /> <br />When well looked-after they warm the heart <br />and seem such enviable pets <br />that people dream of having gardens <br />big enough to keep them. <br /> <br />Their young, with slightly floppy ears, <br />are so damned photogenic <br />they ought to be in Vogue, <br />or at least in nature documentaries, <br />flaunting their tough, soft, <br />big-headed beauty, <br />vying with baby antelopes and gnus.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/donkeys-2/
