Dejectedly he stood in the prosecution box.
Tears made numerical eleven on his face. A droplet escaped and dropped on his socks.
His heartbeat increased in its pace.
His mind did register it was a bad hoax.
Yet truth sprang like contesters in a race.
Wishes are not horses but hoax.
All did gash from his race.
In the accusation box stood all animals domestic.
They looked agitated and bitter.
They drove the man in speed so hectic.
All evidence stood, his pleadings like litter.
He lacked convincing tactic.
Cries of anguish from him did utter.
Wishes are not horses but hoax.
All did gash from his race.
"He keeps us locked," shouted the cattle.
"And feeds us stale food," they added.
Their words were as poison from a rattle.
Vengeance poured as a gun loaded.
Eating green brought heavy battle.
Thieves they were unceremoniously called.
Wishes are not horses but a hoax.
All did gash from his race.
"He has imprisoned us in captivity.
We can't roam the world as before."
The fouls were bitter in gravity.
"We need the life of yore."
They added this with much velocity.
And flapped their wings in great ire.
Wishes are not horses but a hoax.
All did gash from his race.
Pandemonium broke loose in the court.
The accusers wanted the man dead.
The judge adjusted his tie and coat.
Then loudly had his throat cleared.
"The man toils to feed you from his pot.
A servant he has become so he pleaded."
Wishes are not horses but a hoax.
All did gash from his pace.
The judge talked without flinching an eyelid.
"Go back to be tendered like babies.
You are useless like a poor invalid.
I find this innocent man not guilty of the charges.
He stood his ground so stolid.
The court was dismissed without fines.
Wishes are not horses but a hoax.
All did gash from his race.
