Written for: the Twiglets #107 – “with a ring”
She heard shuffling feet
at front door.
There was no one she wished to greet.
A bell rang and she was sure
that wily wolf had returned.
’twas only harm he’d be wishing
fear and hatred within her burned
then she discerned sound of wood splitting.
in the arena
boxers bloodied on the ropes
There was a young man from Peking
who bought his girlfriend a ring
seller vouched for its worth
seemed like salt of the earth
She put ring on, seethed at the con, words read, From Burger King.