This is the first poem I posted for a wider audience. It was in response to 'Dodge Writes' on J L's prompting blog. The challenge was to use these words:
WILT, TANGY, BAND, DICE, TRACE,
FACTS, FENCE, OOZE, CROWS, STUD
Oh! Look how you stand there in your pulling gear!
I know you can’t wait to get well out of here
To meet with your mates and in a Club stand
Looking tough while you listen to the latest hit band.
For you life is tangy and you love the taste,
You live right on the edge, not a minute to waste.
Posing and preening like the Worlds greatest Stud.
‘Come with me, baby, and things will be good’
You say, looking carefree and manly and rich,
‘I am a winner and this here is my pitch,
I risk everything on the roll of one dice.
Just look, you can see we are real Men not mice!’
It’s not good pretending, you can not fool me.
It just doesn’t fit with the facts that I see
When you’re out on your own and nobody knows
That you and your mates are like carrion crows.
In a mob you are frightening, you pick on the weak
But alone you’re more nervous, no trouble you seek
In the face of a fight you just wilt and then ooze
Well out of the way when not strengthened by booze.
Asked for an opinion on the fence you go sit
For so long it’s no wonder wood’s got into your wit.
Oh yes, out in daylight I sure see no trace
Of that macho, tough-guy standing there in your place.