Fistulous Withers

Fistulous Withers, a puritan soul,

drank at the local watering hole.

None protested when he brought his horse,

since he paid for everyone’s drinks of course.

They said he’d been a professional fool,

or a sometime bursar at a boarding school.

Between his shoulders was a gibbous hump,

and under his trouser was a hideous stump.

One fine day, he simply vanished,

had he left? Or was he banished?

His horse remained, the wall-eyed roan,

as standing surety for an unpaid loan.