Dominica in ramis palmarum

Hard to improve on Chesterton, you know --
“Fools! For I too once had my hour!” So clever,
Told from the donkey’s POV. Whenever
This day rolls round, I dutifully go
And get my palms and hear from long ago
The dreadful story told, and after, never
Fail to come home more thoughtful, and endeavour
To take it in. For I, an ass also,

Plod, hoof and hoof, not knowing what I bear,
Nor what “Hosanna” means, or where this tends.
Street strangely littered but the day is fair;
Ass-like, I carry what the master sends
Though now and then I kick and mar the air
With braying. Wish I knew just how it ends.