Horse

Author's note:
This is a poem on how horses appear through my eyes. I know it's a little silly and really far from the truth, but I just do not like horses.

Galloping on down a path

Spreading off it's evil wrath

It spit and spat

And looked like that

And hurt more than doing math

It skipped right through my new gate

It hit me down and made me late

It ran down houses

It kicked my mouses

It made me really start to hate

This beast bucked and rawred

This creature jumped and soared

It flew and crashed

And stomped and mashed

I felt as though it was quite bored

Maybe I should feel it pity

I wish it was small like a kitty

But it left and sung

Till there was none

For it moved to another city