ice man

seamonstersI was hard as ice

as I froze to see

monsters of the deep

now looking at me

the red melted lolly

was liquid at the folly

of climbing up the wall

not making the call

so did it normally

closed them formally

saying, I have a net

you wan ‘a stay wet

Net, net, I’ve got a net

Set, set , I take the bet

move out of our face

to catch us out cold

you’re not in this race

feeling a little bold?

 

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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