Prompt – Jolt

I don’t know whether this qualies as a limerick; I’m not a poet, nor a writer, for that matter. But here goes nothing. Heck, who’s judging? Umm, it’s not necessarily Usain, but ain’t it rather difficult to picture somebody else?

there was a man named Bolt,
Who boaed he can outrun a colt,

Thus, the young horse took on the man’s bragging;
The man — jolted by the sound drubbing —

Then realized he’d fare better again a speedy poult.