The Bison

The lubricious man approached the innocence,
He had a hateful maladroit face
Circumstances favoured his move
And to escape she steered the rudder.
Instinctively she screemed horribly,

She was servile.

"Go with the flow" a voice advised.
""No! I can't get hitched with this wild fool"

His satanic strength ravaged senseless,
The incarnate purity got defiled.
Tender precociousness was smothered.

She could not escape the bison's fold.
No one heard the innocent cry.

Terrible flood of blood.  Piffed virginity.
Lay their a mortified soul eyes upward.

The cops said: "Where is the evidence?'
From above the sky, evidence smiled.
The judge asked: "How can I punish the bison?
Innocent cannot be punished even if
The criminal is left unpunished!"

Stupified, mortified, emotionless,
The sheep bleated mournfully.
And the roar of the bison was conspicuous!