(6/30) Year Five: SHOE BANDIT



Hungover, my cousin stood no chance;
his head, his dress shoe, fated to dance.

I snuck up on him, sizing up my prey,
eager and excited to start swinging away,

I raised his size 12 shoe with all my might,
not caring about retaliation, or even a fight.

The first blow was glorious, echoing the room,
he fell from the couch, making a loud boom.

I smacked him again with a great thud,
he yelled, he screamed, I think I feel blood!


Mad as a bull, he charged my way,
I slid under a coffee table getting away.

 

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