An Attack From Behind and Reaction
My head turned like the hands of a clock
But making not at all its tick tock…
I rather was white with singular shock
At collecting from behind a knock
That could have neatly jolted a block
And even embarrassed more solid rock
Perhaps, cold-shivered a wearer of frock;
Or the more reddened the crest of a cock…
A blazing threat to put my attacker in the dock
And thence to a cell with good lock…
Or a fight give him that watchers flock
To both parties heartily cheer or mock.
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