THE GLOAT AFLOAT

There was once a gloat
Who was nearly found afloat
And got saved by a gracious boat
Only to grow fit to turn into a goat
Who wore only furs in ingratitude coats
And added horribly insulting quotes
To the she who only on him do her dotes

II
He knew not the eyes watching
…were with the hearts he’d need in helping
Should need go astricking
And so he laughed with teasing
And insulted fit himself a pleasing
Until his doter died from sadness

III
He needed hands to hold him tight
But none thought theirs right
He needed mouths to help him be bright
But none thought theirs right
He needed shoulders help ease his fright
But none thought theirs right
As they viewed him through the torture of the dead

IV
He did hang his peacock neck
…in a sneaky wreck
The ingrate lived like a miser
Even as his regrets made him wiser
None did give a heck
For hearts think ingratitude a plague
One needed to be raked
No matter how fearsome its stakes
These are the true thoughts of hearts
As they look on to the cheers of torturers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 14, 2021