Messed Up Straight

A rhyming poem about safety and rhinoceroses.

Armor-plated she was born,
Charging quickly with her horn.
A rhino's surging, something rare,
Attempts at hasty, prickly pair... 

Monstrous signals will not quit,
Evil's purpose in her pit.
Left to swallow maddening wrongs,
Scattering those wicked throngs.

Since the righteous goofed up straight,
Desperate just to clean the slate.
Wishing all those bolts were missing,
Make or break, they're not dismissing.

Someday soon, a vile turn
Shan't avoid these creatures' spurn.
So just in case, we'll not be lax,
For fear they're streaking up our backs!