Slow Burn Poem by Ima Ryma

My human with wood burning set
Does try the patience of this horse.
No other poser could he get,
So I am the one stuck, of course.
I hear him calling to me, 'Ed, '
'How 'bout a wood burning of you? '
I want to trot off but instead
I know I have a task to do.
And so I pose and do a burn
For what seems like eternity.
My fav'rite oats I sure do earn
For my human's wood burn of me.

My human's wood burning design
Shows a quite bad tempered face - mine!