Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Dirty Work

My farmer wanted rid of me,

And so led me to a dry well,

Snuck up behind and pushed, did he,

And to the dry bottom I fell.

Then the farmer began to throw

A whole lot of shovels of dirt

To bury me way down below.

Of course my feelings were quite hurt.

But as each pile of dirt did fall,

I stepped on it, higher no doubt.

Stepping on the piles of dirt all,

This donkey did step up and out.

I let my farmer's meanness pass,

Chose not to kick his other ass.