Ripples of Fear
Resting near the fountain
I could see the Farmer
tending his Cabbage.
"Oh how quaint"
I thought to myself.
My Mean heart quickening.
With not a ripple of remorse
I carefiully aimed My Bicycle
and careened down the Hill.
The rigid handlebars striking his
belly with a horrifying splat.
It was with great fortitude that he
remained upright and turned
to me with a haunted look and
said "I guess you just qualified
for the meanest way to heighten ones senses!"
But it was his weirdly wicked smile
that sent the ripples of fear
down My suddenly rigid spine.
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008
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