ice man

I 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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