Taming the Beast

I stared the beast straight in the eyes, Determined to change his wildish ways, But he stared right back with viciousness; Eyes unveiling a mind that’s wild and crazed. As to our physical nature, I was sorely overmatched; His quickness and dexterity Made him impossible for me to catch. So I patiently watched him carefully; Waiting for the time to be just right; Hoping that when that instant came I could overpower him with my might. Just when it seemed that it might happen again, I sprang upon him with surprise, And wrestled him the best I could Trying to ignore his pitiful cries. It did not turn out well for me; I could not tame the ominous beast. I discovered that between the two of us, My willpower was much the least. As he ran off through the habitat, Leaving quite the mess behind, I was left to clean up the damages, Trying to overcome matter with my mind. I guess that I’m not up to the task, Though give it my best I truly did; It was then that I reached the conclusion: His mom can potty train this kid!