Palindrome Panic
A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
A teen named Bob, a can of cream soda.
With one eye shut, he shook and pulled the tab.
The boob was too slow for Cain, choc’late lab.
Cain: a maniac, the mad dog's head swelled;
god’s dog saw the fizz, a rat he now smelled.
He was gigantic, ergo, a ogre -
level headed lab, well-trained at Kroger.
As a new pup, he’d been schooled in shortcuts;
Pagoda’s top spot for all kinds of mutts.
“Go dog, go,” yelled Bob but lost his game plan;
Dog radar kicked in, went straight for the can.
Cain called to his friends, “it’s time, now I won.”.
To idiot teen, he offered more fun.
Wrestling, he tore at Bob’s rotator cuff;
Evil deed done; lab had called the teen’s bluff.
written: May 9, 2018
contest: Palindrome host: Joseph May
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