A story to thrill

While he was boring the hole with a drill,
I was reading aloud to give him a thrill;
When I read about the boy with a fat head,
He stared as if he would knock me dead;
Unable to muster what he needed as courage
To listen to me, he flew into a rage.
On my part, I kept my word to keep my calm,
Since I did not want to cause him any harm.
If you want to write a story to thrill,
Don’t forget the quip on the grinding-mill.