An old poem of mine. Written about and dedicated to someone special (on this important day).

'Pinata'

I can pinpoint the day it all fell down
and I know the donkey to pin it on.
Can I take the blindfold off
and pin it on his heart,
so I’m sure I get it right,
and we can restless assured?

No more candy for us!
We have the bats that hit the ground,
when we try to play the Pinata

Pin the tail on the Donkey,
but pull it, so that he can’t run away.
Hit him over the head
and feed on him for days,
but make sure he comes back conscious,
and hang him on a tree,
so he can come back to health again
and bear fresh fruit to eat.

No more candy for us!
We have the bats that hit the ground,
when we try to play the Pinata