Geraldine the Donkey

Geraldine the donkey, was stranded in the mud.

She’d be really, really frightened; as we all knew she would.

Without a hope of rescue, was there only left goodbye?

Until Avon Fire and Rescue came on the scene to try!

They heaved and strained and slow so slow, the donkey they did save,

And hundreds of well wishers, were there to cheer and wave.

And though our lovely Geraldine, had up to her neck been,

A happier, happier donkey, there never has been seen

So now we all must hope and pray, her life will be so good.

And happiness will be her lot, as we all know it should.

So Geraldine we wish you, a happy, happy life.

And trust that you will no more be, a subject to such strife!

Poetry by Various Contributors

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