Whenever Johnny's father order him to feed his horse,
He'll irritably kick and punch the fodders in great force.
Got mad of what he always does,
He's kick off by the horse out of the paddock.
Much annoyed for being embarrassed,
He planned out of ending the horse's life,
And went the next day to their ranch
With him a hoe to execute what he'd plan out.
And when he came there with the hoe he had
He did scared the equine on the sight,
And bragged that thing he's carrying, that would end its life
Which made the little animal quiver in great fright.
But when he hold his hoe up in the air to cast,
His effort ended just as exhausted fireworks in the night
When the handle broke and fell on his foot, stillness pass
Not until his groans were heard, and the horse just laugh.
So Johnny on the next day,
Stayed at home unhappily,
In restraints with Ethyl that was being poured
And the bandages wrapped around his wounded foot.
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A refined poetic imagination, Donward. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.