after laying down the law
the big guy left the saloon
and as soon as he’d gone
the brawl reignited
Don’t make me come back in there!
his voice boomed through the swing doors
a final sly dig
What could I do? I was in mid-swing!
the little guy protested
(yes, that little guy
the one bulked up by steroids, protein drinks and armed to the teeth)
in the back corner, a wary crowd worried
Is this a pause before something worse?
the big guy crossed the street
to The Golden Grain
wondering why his best pal was still scrapping it out
with the owner
being big and loud is a tough gig he was discovering
just a little further down the street
in Ye Olde World Tearooms
someone suggested it might be a good idea to learn Russian
~
CLP 24/06/2025
Journey of Words 