Bunger

Upon a dark and warmish night,

There came to my enemy a splendid fright.

When he had thought that I was done,

A light appeared and with a flash was gone.



But left behind, after the bright light,

Was a powerful ally of my delight,

That loves to love and hates hate,

And decided our war it would abate.



So he slipped into my foe's quarters,

And made his life no longer nor shorter,

But bounced him on his beast of burden,

Until the boys butt screamed blue murder.



But the red-one did not stop quite there,

For he had to make the dear boy care,

And romped relentlessly through the night,

And released him at the early light.



So now the chap is pleasant and calm,

And no longer wishes me any harm,

But maintains one last act, of defiance,

And lets them rip in total silence.



©R.H.Elliott 2002

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is dedicated to the dear boy who, from July 2001 up to who knows how bloody long, has placed himself in my home, and I only wish that he'd just p***-off!
This is part of my Poetic Therapy to tolerate him a lit' bit longer.

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