The Breakfast Brawl

A most unlikely, mismatched pair
For forty years did breakfast share.
Their names were Stretch, at eight feet tall,
And Squat, built like a bowling ball.

Because of their unique physiques,
By people they were labeled freaks.
Though of each other less than fond,
They formed a necessary bond.

Rejected by society,
Their morning meal soon came to be
A welcome rite for lonely lives
Bereft of children, friends, and wives.

As company they filled a need,
But often griped and disagreed.
For common interests had they few
And discontentment slowly grew.

Unknown is how it came about,
But then one day a fight broke out.
Their broken dishes on the floor,
The aging duo went to war.

"I'll squash you like a bug," roared Stretch.
"I'm sick of you, you little lech!"
"I'll cut you down to size," screeched Squat.
"You're dumb and dull, you snotty sot!"

Then Squat did run and taunt and bite
And throw at Stretch with all his might.
And Stretch did kick and curse and swat,
Determined to demolish Squat.

Avoiding Squat's erratic throws,
Stretch swung but missed the midget's nose.
Attempting to stomp Squat in vain,
He felt severe arthritic pain.

While dodging Stretch's errant blows,
Squat tried to crush the giant's toes.
And speeding to bite Stretch's knees, 
His asthma made him gasp and wheeze.

It was a most unseemly sight,
A feckless geriatric fight.
Before one minute had elapsed,
The spent combatants both collapsed.

When he arose and left, said Stretch,
"Tomorrow doughnuts I will fetch."
Departing, too, responded Squat,
"And I'll prepare the coffee pot." 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 2/17/2018 9:34:00 AM
Great story telling Richard..
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Date: 2/17/2018 7:20:00 AM
What wonderful imagery... you bought the characters to life... so glad the made up after their spat:-) hugs Jan xx
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