Care For A Bite?

Care For A Bite? By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Thank you mom
I was only nine
Dad’s teaching friend
Owned a theater

And you
Thought it would be fine
To take me there
To watch it dine

It swam around
Stalking a swimmer
After nightfall
Ate her for dinner

Thank you mom
I was only nine
To watch the boy die
Scrambled my mind

But surely there’d be
A way to stop this
The Orca and beer kegs
Painted like busses

The arrow tooth monster
Got one after another
But it took them down
Like they were nothing

It drug the boat
Killing the engine
They had nothing left
The scientist caged then

But it destroyed it
Hooper lost his spear
Swam to the bottom
Without his poison

The two on the top
Were all that were left
The boat a sitting duck
On the bow it did break

It took on water
Listing to the back
He couldn’t hold on
He slid down the deck

Into it’s mouth
Quint bitten in half
Thank you mom
I was only 9.

My dad had a fellow high school teacher whom also owned a movie theater back when there were only one or two screens in one building. Back in 75 my mom took me to see the first Jaws. No nightmares for me, nadda, none, zippo. Did I mention I have a bridge in Brooklyn I’d like to sell you?


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