Gorse

Of course,

I was on course

With a good deal of force

Until I hit the gorse

Which made it worse

And to make this more terse

I should omit all this verse

But I am naturally obverse

So let me just say

In my obvious way

That biting bugs called ticks don’t just play

But lie in ambush for the day

When someone coarse forces through their gorse

Without remorse

Thinking, I suppose, he is a horse

Thinking he will not need recourse