At the Foot Bridge On River of Fire

At the foot bridge on river of fire I saw the lanky devil of Derbyshire He walked with a kind of amble I had a good reason to tremble. I borrowed trouble from his peer Hundred dollars in yesteryear He glimpsed at my furrowed face I gulped for air and picked up my pace. I was about to cross the skanky bod But my steps were awfully flawed He seized me and choked my voice With hundred dollars I had no choice. Then he cut a clean hole on my throat I gave up the ghost under his gloat In a loony night my timid limbs did bloat. At the foot bridge on river of fire I saw the yucky devil of Yorkshire Oh I cannot tell you this story I am dead I am sorry. Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward Date of Submission: 07/19/2016 Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty