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Thomas Moore - The Donkey and His Panniers
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A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous,
So much that you`d swear he rejoic`d in a load,
One day had to jog under panniers so pond`rous,
That — down the poor Donkey fell smack on the road!

His owners and drivers stood round in amaze —
What! Neddy, the patient, the prosperous Neddy,
So easy to drive, through the dirtiest ways,
For every description of job-work so ready!

One driver (whom Ned might have "hail`d" as a "brother")
Had just been proclaiming his Donkey`s renown
For vigour, for spirit, for one thing or another —
When, lo, `mid his praises, the Donkey came down!

But, how to upraise him? - one shouts, t`other whistles,
While Jenky, the Conjurer, wisest of all,
Declar`d that an "over-production of thistles" —
(Here Ned gave a stare) — "was the cause of his fall."

Another wise Solomon cries, as he passes —
"There, let him alone, and the fit will soon cease;
The beast has been fighting with other jack-asses,
And this is his mode of "transition to peace"."

Some look`d at his hoofs, and with learned grimaces,
Pronounc`d that too long without shoes he had gone —
"Let the blacksmith provide him a sound metal basis
(The wise-acres said), and he`s sure to jog on."

Meanwhile, the poor Neddy, in torture and fear,
Lay under his panniers, scarce able to groan;
And — what was still dolefuller - lending an ear
To advisers, whose ears were a match for his own.

At length, a plain rustic, whose wit went so far
As to see others` folly, roar`d out, as he pass`d —
"Quick — off with the panniers, all dolts as ye are,
Or, your prosperous Neddy will soon kick his last!"
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