Fear
He wished he could gallop away like a horse For the sound he heard was mightily big And made him such a blinding fear to nurse And to hang behind a tree like a sprig. He was paralysed , too weak on every knee; He was stuck in a bush and just couldn’t flee, Turning to his grave the base of a tree – Now, he wished he’d ventured what he faced to see. Oh, how a small boy had tricked a big man With funny gun, took his valuables and ran. The big man got angry for that bugbear Didn’t move far but take a decision To knock the door of one with less fear Who cautiously assessed the apparition. She dared to analyse the spooky sight; Realized it was comic raised to great height. What made the man to have fainted and died, She hit with a pestle – he moaned and cried. The mugger was armed with a chicken drumstick; With firecrackers, he’d thickened his comic flick.