Time to step down
You sad little clown
Now on, this is my bloody town.
Step back, don't be smart
I will tear you apart
All brawn, no head, no heart.
You're a fool, All can see
Now is time. Bend the knee
Leave now. Countdown on three.
I warned you, you got shot
Coming in all hot
A moment that will never be forgot.
What comes around comes around
Troubles now you have found
I told you, this is my bloody town!!!
This could not be 'cat and mouse'.
But it was indeed, cat and squirrel.
Cat on ground; squirrel up the tree.
Cat said, "If you come down, I will
eat your heart out". Squirrel said,
"Mama taught me better than that".
072021PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No 14,
Line Gauthier. 6 lines max.
He brings me a new pair of shorts.
Thought of you he says.
They are two sizes bigger than I used to wear.
But I have not worn shorts for a long time.
If these enormous shorts fit me I will kill myself.
I cannot fathom being that big, and yet I might be.
Have you tried them on yet? He asks me.
It is a standoff.
It either works out
Or it doesn't
Either way things
Will be fine
Life moves on
To the final end
A last showdown
Gun fight style
The
fly-half-*
playmaker
or Quarter-back in American English
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