Hoist

The legend says a farm boy made a vow
to lift a newborn bullock every dawn.
By that prescription he aimed to know how,
in time, to hoist a bull, with built-up brawn.
Life intervened. On land he left that cow
while he was ill two weeks, his vigor gone.
His strategy outgrew his tactic’s span.
And now he has to modify his plan.

(Ottava Rima)

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