National Poetry Writing Month: Day Six, "When Seven Pets Ran Hence"

I've tried to use a different rhythm here, so it may take a couple of stanzas to get used to, but I hope you enjoy.

One Sunday, seven pets ran hence,
When they fancied a stroll and so jumped their owner’s fence,
The merry band just fled away,
When in the cramped little farm they could no longer stay.

On Monday, they followed the pet who ran first,
A horse named Horace, who hunted for hills,
But when he saw them, with excitement did he burst,
And he left his company, so insatiable was his thirst.

For Tuesday, they were led by the simple second,
A hen named Ben who longed for a pen,
So mad was he when no pen he could lend,
That he lost his very mind and had to be sectioned.

By Wednesday, their new captain was the third
A cat named Kate who craved some cake,
But out in the distance a robin’s song she heard,
And bid the band goodbye to find and eat this bird.

Came Thursday, small was their head the forth,
A mighty mouse named Mike who might feed on a woodlouse,
They came upon a pier while searching for this dwarf,
But into the sea, the mouse fell from the wharf.

Upon Friday, their leader was now the fifth,
A pig named Pete out to pull some pork,
Saw did he precariously high the babe Judith,
And he fell head over heels but also tumbled off the cliff.

Since Saturday, the sixth led the band now small,
A honey bee named Henry looking for a sweet treat,
The search led them into a great dining hall,
But the host was most alarmed and pancaked Henry on a wall.

Sunday came, and alone was number seven,
The Dog named Desmond merely desiring donuts,
So home he went and by quarter to eleven,
The farmer fed him his fill of donuts and he was in heaven.

So next time your friends ask you to jump that fence,
Hold your horses and hinder their hurries,
Grab their attention and with great suspense
Retell the week that seven pets ran hence.