Animal Farm: The Poem

Animal Farm, I want you to know
Though not from beginning, is really a foe
Who started off friendly to all but us men
Till animalism was thwarted again
Napoleon was and always will be
A pig, you might say, who was not filled with glee
But greed, lots of greed, and power to suffice
Who’s cold heart was frozen in a hard block of ice
At first, as we thought, he was content with the bicker
With Snowball, the hero, who soon was much quicker
To run off the place by the dogs who were trained
To snap at poor Snowball, though no speed had they gained
As soon as the hero, dear Snowball, took flight
And Animal Farm was far out of sight
The animals set course down a dark dreary path
Filled with anger, resentment, and ever-feared wrath
The power, that once was at everyone’s hands
Fell into the hoof of the one who made plans
To turn this whole ‘Animalism’ to dust
Down with equality! Work till you bust!
And this, my dear reader, is how you will find
That corruption and stealth is what filled up the mind
Of Napoleon, yes, the king of them all
Who was never, I tell you, more good than a thrall.