Forgive me Leroy F. Jackson
Foals named Jake and Bill
One dark night when all was still
Pattered down the rows of sleeping mares,
And no one saw the obese pair;
Pushed aside tall gwassies and burrs
Behold the ofal called nummie pile, seductively purrs
Expired chips, moldy bread, half rotten fruit peel
Discarded hoomin nummies, questionable nuts and still
For upcoming cold times, a fluffies’ life saving meal
Two such weanlings called Jake and Bill.
Well they num and num and num,
Gluttons matching their weight gram for gram
Till I’m sure their pudgy bodies ballooned more
Twice rounder than it did before.
And then, it’s awful, impossible but true,
Their bellies gave way and tummy sketties flew
Grotesquely full and yes it was quite a sight
Fluffsplosion popped the quiet of night
Daddeh Smawty, bestest mummah and dummeh nuwse mawe
Nummie finders, poopie eaters and toughie fwiends
Hugged and wailed in forty-dozen ways
Huuhuued for them in a couple of days
Huggies and wub is only as good as it gets
When cowd times rears its ugly head
The herd will go hungry and take lives, winter will
Such is the shitty existence of the bestest foals Jake and Bill