Tonight's Poet Corner: Carnival

Carnival
by Belinda Roddie

Six people at the carnival tried
winning stuffed lions at the water pistol
game, then wound up stabbing the vendor
with plastic laser swords due to his accidentally
grabbing five dollars off of them instead of four.
They were escorted from the vicinity with
screeching throats and shaking knees, only to
sneak back in like ninjas, steal the worthless
plushies, and hightail it, howling,
into the light of the crescent moon.

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