I met a ram in Madurai,
'twas tethered to a pole.
Though really it almost met me,
taking its cyclic stroll.

The ram's target was my keister,
but its rope was too short.
Saved by the narrowest margin;
my path I did abort.

The moral of this tale is clear.
If you're in Madurai,
give tethered rams the widest berth,
or kiss your ass goodbye.