Pumpkin Headed Kids with the Horsemane Hair

Those brats went crazy when
They'd see the glass because
The hair was so thick & it
Hung down past the heads
They were born with were
Extreme too, a smile that
Went up & down & circumference
Plain huge. They'd sew little
Nets all day in their rock fort
And capture bottles by running
Along the wharf, one had a basket
& pony tails too & would whinny
Like a horse worry him to glue
Trick those buggers to steal some glass
That sat on a pot I had buried quicksand
Came one running & jumping
Swinging net too when I could catch
That it's a behind I'll bruise
The pot was deep & he sunk in
But that head bobbed up with a
Crooked grin net snagging blown
Glass & smashing it too bobbed out
Of the pot with strong climbing shoes
I chased for a good mile or so away
Shaking glass out of net
& hair along the way & that head
Was a backend of a horse I thought
Too the 2 legs I'd cut off & throw
In with a stew. I ran up winded
& then walked back down & off
In the distance I heard a huff sound
I wound down to thinking
If the inside of a horse is true
To have a wide circumference & a crooked smile too