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An Open and Shut Case of Bad Temper
As we walk hand-in-hand along a winding trail,
Unseen sights will soon remarkably unveil,
The cool clear water at Conscience Bridge
Is down the road yonder and over the ridge.
I’ve seen the ghost of the legend and know it well
And in the background peals the parish church bell.
May it all save us from grace then and now,
As I wipe cold sweat from my furrowed brow.
The brazen sea eagle flies northward, you see,
It’s a caricature for some in otherworld potpourri;
When you take my hand and the weather changes,
The earth opens up and the future rearranges.
Our lives flash before us and time stands still
The wind picks up violently for a nonplussed chill.
The skies take on a seemingly fiendish feel
The air smells strongly of brimstone and steel.
My trusty cudgel in my white knuckled hand
Doesn’t help in the view of the tumultuous land,
Where is my courage in the middle of the day?
Trouble is brewing in the village today.
Then before my incredulous eyes
Old Scratch appears, to tell no lies.
His breath beckons fire in no uncertain terms
The smell of pestilence is rightly confirmed.
He booms, “Come with me, your time is now,
You’ll be on my ship, right on the prow.”
Little did he know, my temper is riled,
Dark for some, others violently wild.
And he was the fool who dared ruin my day!
“You’re in my way, man, stay out of my way!”
His sharp-toothed grin turned to face me and survey
His apparent mistake was more than risqué.
I despise the color of red and a snakelike tail
This combination makes my reasoning curtail
Had he asked me kindly to go for a sail
My mood would have been better on the dusty trail.
He and I clearly didn’t see eye-to-eye
For I and my mate were not prepared to die.
I raised my stick like a sorcerer bold,
And blew that fool out of this world.
May he learn his lesson now and forever
Don’t mess with a Scot before his fine dinner.
And if he has a bad temper,
© 2015 Deb Hirt