All Mules Matter



I’m not a horse…

I am a mule…

I’m not a donkey…

You silly fool…


I’ll let you in on a secret…

My dad is a donkey and my momma’s a horse…

But I love dem both just da same…

And dey love me back, of course…


I live and work in da French Quarters…

And pull tourists when the weather is good…

I get plenty of breaks between da fares…

My owner loves me, as he should…


I get my strength from my jackass dad…

And my good looks from my sweet momma…

I like to watch the tourists get really drunk…

But I stay away from all dere crazy drama…


My barn is large and very clean…

My stall is both spacious and airy…

I never work more den seven hours each day…

My favorite snowball flavor is black cherry…


I work no more den four days…

And den I take a day off for rest…

I don’t mind da heat or humidity…

And working in da Quarters is da best…


So, whenever you visit New Orleans…

And you want to be takin for a ride…

Come get into my pretty carriage…

Get a go cup and come play outside…


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Photograph by Amour Nola

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