there he lay
at bottom of pit
eating hay
combined with spit

said i to he
"what did you do
for this cruel fate
to be meted you?"

"i was cerebral,"
he grunted back
"i had no heart
for those who lack"

i lived my life
engrossed in brain
no time for strife
for others' bane

it seems in heaven
they want the heart
so hay i'm given
like horse o' cart

i'm being shown
i was just like a steed
cos i never owned
one heartfelt deed