Old Mules Rule

It was a cold November morn,And Sid had come to town for corn,But when he passed old Joseph’s farm,He thought there might be some alarm.
A crowd of men were packed in tight,So Sid went over, thought he mightSee something curious there today,A thrill to send him on his way.
So as he moved on through the crowd,He voiced his question right out loud,“Say what has happened, folks?” said he.“What is it that you all can see?”
“A tragedy,” said his friend Gus.“It’s really causing quite a fuss.”He pointed. “See right there by the straw?The old mule kicked Joe’s Ma-in-law!"
Sid craned his neck and, sure enough,The woman lay there on her duff,Not moving much that he could see,As cold and still as she could be.
Gus shrugged and then he looked around,“Joe found her lying on the ground! The old mule kicked her in the head,We do believe the woman’s dead!”
Sid nodded, “Yep. Misfortune, true.”He looked around, “But don’t be blue.“It’s obvious she’d lots of friendsTo come and mourn her in the end.”
Gus shook his head, “Yep, they were stirred,And they came running when they heard.But not for sympathy, the fools.They simply want to buy the mule!”

Mondays do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we three besought,To try to make the week begin,With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?So Jenny and Delores, we,Now post our poems for you to see.
And when you’ve read what we have brought,Did we help? Or did we not . . .
Next week, we'll share, if you are good,A lesson from our childhood!