Poetry - THE WELL
Tough and complicated terratory.
I steped forward one foot over another,
I slipped into a deep WELL breaking both legs.
Calling for help to no avail,
Treading to stay afloat while calling.
Climbing down to attack me,
Five, ten and up to fifteen rats there were.
They approached and tried to bite me,
I crabbed each one and drowned them all.
I kept treading and calling till morning dew,
When a crystal blue eyed lady came to my avail.
Copyright 2006 by Joseph Assumption Barbier
This was a Dream