Two Sons (a joke turned to poetry)

by Jason Alan

A wealthy man had two sons,

and decided to play a game.

One son was an optimist,

the other not the same.

The father one day took his sons,

and thus divided the boys.

The optimist in a room of manure,

the pessimist’s filled with toys.

Later on the father returned,

and without one word spoken.

Saw that the pessimist had not played,

for fear the toys may get broken.

But the optimist was grinning and digging,

manure flying into the air.

And when his father asked of him he said,

there has to be a pony here somewhere!