I don't know whether to feel awful, proud, or what...

After breaking the cardinal rule and feeding a tr*ll, I was the last poster before a thread closed. I'm mortified. I've always been such a good kid... where did I go wrong?

And I realized, not only did I write that awful poem* after losing my mind late in the evening (I misspelled and failed to rhyme!?), my horse has been acting like it's no big deal, either...

Example 1

Example 2

Is there hope for me, or am I now Fallen?

I am a happy poisoner, yes I am.
I poison my horsie as fast as I can.
Put him on the clover,
then home I swam,
On a stream of drool
from the dying man

well, it ryhmed better than horse.