A poem of revenge

Dennett
Dennett
Aug 17 · 2 min read
© Dennett July 2019

Abandoned or stored in nature?
What child matches this bike?
Did she hide it here intentionally
while going on a hike?

Did she lose her way on tires
confused and far astray?
Abandoning her vehicle
to find a different way?

Was she the victim of a crime,
the police in hot pursuit —
the suspect, a man of medium height
thin, pale and quite hirsute?

Should we comb the woods today,
thrash bushes and look about
with the help of neighbors and
perhaps a zealous scout?

Oh, wait, here she comes,
the girl we need to find!
She pushes us aside,
Excuse me, do you mind?

We were worried, dear young lady,
concerned of your wellbeing.
Didn’t see you anywhere —
Were you around sightseeing?

No, dear friends, I just arrived
to find my stolen merchandise —
it wasn’t a thief but my own brother
who now has two black eyes!

In deep of night, he took my ride
and hid it in this place
but now he hides, no one to see —
he dare not show his face!

His little sister wreaked revenge
and dearly did he pay!
And, now, my friends, I take your leave.
Please have a blessed day.


I found this bike partially hidden in the woods, reminding me of a very religious friend’s story about the night her brother stole her bike and how she got revenge.

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I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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poetry that dares to be funny, edgy, irreverent

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