Poetry - For All Ages
Fateful Encounter
I came upon a sea of white.
What to do, but stay and fight.
I took a defensive stance.
Waiting for the white to strike.
A gust of wind peaked in for a view.
And this is when he made his move.
I dodged left, I dodged right.
He was quick, but I had might.
I threw a vicious jab.
He took it like a pat.
I was stunned, for as you might remember.
I have MIGHT!
Did I underestimate my foe?
I think I did, from his fro.
Who knew a roll of toilet paper;
Would have a temper, that would not taper?
Tim Guttenberg