' I wuz innocent' he cries,
his hands upraised in righteousness,
the gun still smoking in his right hand,
a handful of his opponent's shirt in his left,
his arm smeared with mud from the ball's illicit touch,
his boot toecapped in the sunlight,
gleaming wet with his rival's blood
This was a very inTENseful siteation(said or pronounced as Jethro Bodine-Beverly Hill Billies tv fame) going on. Isn't that carrying the sports FANATICAL ways too far. So what if his opponent called his mother a few choiced four letter words. If he's a mama's boy, he needs to see a shrink. I don't think any son should be MOMMY WHIPPED. Be a man and cut that over protective UMBRELLICA CORD.(that' a whole other poem, by itself) . Good poem showing a disasterouse ending. God bless-Michael Jeffrey Gale.
BUT YOU KNEW THE TITLE ALONE WOULD REEL THEM IN FOR DINNER, MICHAEL... OF COURSE I DON'T THINK YOU LEFT ANYONE FEELING SHORT-CHANGED WHEN YOU SERVED THE DESERT, QUITE A COLORFUL DISPLAY IN FACT....YOU'RE MY LAST READ FOR THE MORNING...THANX FOR ALLOWING IT TO BE ON A HIGH NOTE...FRANK
Succinct and high-impact. How was it last night, Mikey? And can you help me back into this world (you know, creating lines that move, probe, and/or amuse those who come across them) ? Love, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A witty construction, Michael.