It was a terrible accident that happened months ago,
and now Clyde has decided to sue, you know.
In front of the judge when it came to trial,
the defense attorney in strict denial.

Months ago you told the highway patrolman that you were fine,
and now you’re coming up with the injury lawsuit line.
Judge, Clyde broke in, I have to tell you about my mule,
I’m sure the story will change how you rule.

When that semi ran the stop sign and hit my truck,
my prize mule had a streak of bad luck.
Thrown in the ditch, I was tossed on the other side,
with all it’s moaning and groaning, I couldn’t help though I tried.

The highway patrol arrived and went to check it out,
that mule was a goner, there wasn’t a doubt.
He pulled his gun, shot my mule between the eyes,
with no hope of survival, he considered that wise.

With gun still in hand, he came back to check on me,
thoughts racing through my mind about my destiny.
I have to ask you judge, what do you think you would say,
if he asked you, and you, how are YOU doing today????

Hi Jim.

I actually found this poem's ending very sad (maybe I missed something)?

His prize mule was killed and then the cop asks him 'how are you'?

I'm guessing the injury lawsuit is about pain & suffering?

OR is Clyde the patrol man?

I'm curious on your reply.

Cheers
~Cleo

The patrolman, having found the mule 'not well' shot him; gun still drawn, he asked the mule's owner, "... and how are YOU doing?"

Is that what you missed, Lori?

gigglin' Lightly, Daniel

That's exactly what was missed. Clyde was about to get shot by the patrolman for moaning or groaning like his mule did......

Thanks to both of you for the comments