The Master Control
arm wrestle for the master control
“tis under the bridge”, says the troll
“there the dragon breathes stench.
me thinks your heart must stay benched.”
and this slimy ogre laughs with glee
as you dive with force into the hot sea.
he rubs his protruding eyes and stumbles
down the steps until the old fool tumbles...
splash! and a rollicking tongue rolls him up
for the roaring troll becomes the dragon’s sup.
as the master of the universe distracted evil,
the courageous took control of the defeated devil.
the sea turned from bubbling to iridescent glass —
polished and returned to paradisiacal act of class.
7/26/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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