FFftPP – Perseverance

A refurbished carriage with golden lanterns, gold fringe and a polished top are pulled along stone streets by me. It’s a job like any other, daily work for daily bread, or in my case, oats and hay.

My legs are thin and bony, depicting my age, but I persevere through worn hooves and old-joint pain. My only hope is for the next customer to be light so they may enjoy a trot instead of plodding slowly.

The yoke is heavy and evidence of worn off hair and scars appear, but it is a living. If you see me waiting, a nice ripe carrot or lump of sugar would be a welcomed gift. I also willingly accept friendly pats from children. I feel a new passenger loading. My day continues.

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Where are the founding fathers when you need them?

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I always speak the truth

On that you can rely

Think of my reputation

I would never tell a lie

Free press be quiet please

Who’s that speaking in the back

Your question’s pure rubbish

It’s your manners that you lack

As I said I did no wrong

As he lifts his arm and fist

And by the way, I’m innocent

It says so on this list.

(Holds up new Constititution he wrote)

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