Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Sorry, Santa

I wish Jesus Happy Birthday.

I hoped to have the barn alone,

To munch my manger full of hay,

Just relax in a chill out zone.

But my rancher, I overheard,

Expected to saddle me up,

And ride me to the cattle herd,

Sounds to me like a downer, yup!

And so I bucked my rancher off.

Not hurt he fell into the grass.

All his cussing did make him cough.

He left and I got a free pass.

I'm sorry, Santa that I be

A horse that's been very naughty.