Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Red Ride

Red Ride was a great thoroughbred,
A contender in races ran,
But bad arthritis, the vet said,
Crippled the horse and Daddy's plan.
Then suddenly, Red Ride was gone -
To horse heaven Daddy told me.
Years later, I learned what went on.
I never could forgive Daddy.
He sold Red Ride for folks to eat.
The arthritis drugs the vet gave
May have poisoned Red Ride's horsemeat,
A fitting revenge from the grave.

I hope whoever ate Red Ride
Got painfully sick and then died.