Poetry Class Assignment, Attempt #1

This is the news story that I had to write a poem from:
South Dakota: Aberdeen- For the first time in 40 years of farming, Gary Meyers is harvesting a fourth cutting of alfalfa. He credits ideal moisture and growing conditions. A good year of alfalfa farming typically brings in two or three crops. Each subsequent cut typically yields less volume, but the quality usually increases, Meyers said.
This is the poem:

Bowser, Donkey of the Prophecies

I am Bowser!
Donkey of the prophecies!
White spots paint my shoulders:
     Venom from the snake gods.
My ears rise proud
             To overhear the sacred whispered secrets of the sprouts.
Earthfire swishes in my belly
And spits up my esophagus.

Morning I was born the farmer clipped the wings from my hooves
and put them in a pickle jar.
He still has them.
     I have seen them!

Watch me kick!
I could kick that henhouse over the plains, catch it,
and have it rethatched before I swam the river with it like Thorpedo.

My powers have their proof:
Ideal moisture and growing conditions are no fluke of Nature.
Behold! ‘Twas I that wrought the crop!
Hear my chants!

HEE!                HAW!
HEE!                 HAW!

Unhitch me from this post
so I may claim what is mine in the name of Set,
lest I smite thee like a weevil!
 
I am Chosen!
I am Bowser!
Donkey of the prophecies!